"Yeah, sure, keep acting like you're above it all," Wilson grumbles. He suspects he's been suckered again, that that was the reaction Maxwell wanted, and it makes him seethe just that little bit more.

"Nobody else knows what we've seen, what we've gone through... And I don't just mean that you don't look at me like I'm insane when I talk about some monster we fought in the Constant, although it certainly helps. Even if one of the others showed up here, they don't make me furious like you do."

"I told you about how I found that other you preserved in a jar a few months before you arrived here, right?" Wilson's gaze takes on a faraway quality, drifting away from Maxwell's face. "You weren't the only one I knew- from before the ship, I mean- who was down there, but once I knew you'd been here you were the one I needed to break out. Not someone more agreeable. I went looking for you as soon as Helena got me out of my jar. And then the other you dissolved as soon as he was exposed to outside air, but that's beside the point. I would prefer if you didn't dissolve."

That kind of got away from him at the end, but still. He feels like he can make his point better by presenting the evidence for it, instead of just the conclusion.