It would make me happy if you left, if you all left, if you'd never come. We were happy here, and I was keeping everyone safe —

( And he's not sobbing, not weeping, but in that heated, semi-feverish state that so swiftly transitions between phases of exasperation. He's worn himself out, drawing his sleeves over his mask, to hide a face already shielded. )

I'll count to ten. And you should be gone. Or I'll make you gone. I'll make you gone really quickly. Go.