You turn into smoke, you bloody arsehole. You're clearly comfortable with nothingness. [Molly is not. Molly has been nothing. He's been a void. He's not gonna challenge one.] All that emptiness... I don't like it. It feels like nothing matters and you can't do anything about it.

[Maybe that's too vulnerable, but whatever. He's being contrary more than he's being anything and that tends to cover up the genuine fear.]