[All Fenris understood is that Rafe hates the way he thinks; his subservience, his need to put the other before himself, the way he lowers his head and walks behind him...it's all part of his mind. It all affects everything he does and how he acts, as far as he's concerned, hence why he can't fathom being accepted for anything more than his muscle and the information he was able to fall into.]

You are in an entirely foreign world, Rafe, [and this time he spits his words out, not exactly frustrated at Rafe as much as he's frustrated at the way he's speaking. Mostly about himself. He couldn't begin to describe why it bothers him so, but it does.] How do you expect to handle this, exactly?

You are putting far too much pressure on yourself. You are not screwing up yet you speak as if everything happening to you is your fault.