[ In his old body, he could have traded scars with this fellow, but as for this one, all the scars are on the inside. He twirls the mirror's handle between his fingers. ]

I'm not wrong. You went out into a snowstorm, to save a stranger's life. If you'd truly given up, if you'd completely abandoned yourself to your fate, you wouldn't have done that. You wouldn't have bothered.

[ If Archer won't look at him, he'll simply move himself into the man's line of sight. ]

Even now, you're still struggling.