Helex watches Sixshot bridle, looks at the deep furrows those massive claws make in the ground. He's not sure he cares; if the Phase Sixer really wants to kill him, even Helex can't stop him. He could've done it and not bothered talking at all.

"You stay out of my way," he grinds out, "I stay out of yours. I came out here because I don't want to talk about Tarn right now. End of story."

He's trying very, very hard to not cause more trouble for his commander or himself. And everyone around here is making that very, very difficult. He crushes the metal between two hands and tosses it aside, then turns his back on Sixshot to tear a large chunk from the outer wall. It makes a deep, satisfying sound; the next piece he pulls away much more slowly. It's almost cathartic.