He falls silent but gives her an indignant look. For a moment, he forgets that she knows him far better than he can fathom. That somewhere out there, there's a much better, more wholly realized version of himself.

And that thought just makes his stomach twist in knots.

Without meaning to, he snaps a bit.

"I bet this future me you're so fond of could have stopped the dragon. I bet he would have been able to save all of those people as opposed to just saving that one idiot from himself."

In his anger, he gives too much away. He crosses his arms and sinks into the chair further in annoyance.