Because I've never liked being told what to do, even when it's for my own good.

[It's like she plucked the words right out of his inner monologue and gave voice to them, drumming her fingers idly on the top of her knee as she considers it.]

But I'm also not so stubborn as to go against it out of spite. There are plenty of stupid reasons to get yourself killed, and I don't even object to many of them. But dying to prove a point is just stupid and pointless.

[That last bit, though, has her glancing at him.]

Is that why it gets in your head? Because you're similar?