Fine, a hundred times! A thousand times! Whatever you want, Severa, okay?!

[Deep, struggling breaths to make himself calm the hell down. He's already ashamed of himself for losing control and crying — ugh, why did he have to be such an overemotional loser? That sort of person couldn't help anyone, couldn't keep those he cared about safe and happy.]

It ain't the truth until ya stop breathin'. [He manages to sound firm about this, despite the recent sobbing outburst.] You're still alive, and we got a good chance at makin' sure ya stay that way.

[Optimism from Brady? More likely than you think.]