His hand flared out, shoving at the shoving hands, as if he could block it or make it stop. He stepped back again, ready for another blow if he needed to be.

"Shut up, Chick! It's not genetic!" He said, nearly in a yell. "I'm nothing like you, and you know it. I'm not a murder! I already proved that when I didn't take that shot to your head like I should have!"