[Charles shrugged.] I don't know, I think he had a point. I was feeling sorry for myself, and I hated being paralyzed. I felt like my life was over after it happened, [Although that also had to do with being abandoned by your best friend and sister after being shot in the back with no way to get home, and then needing to go through the healing process without them, but.] and being here just made it worse. I felt useless, and Arthur sort of forced me out of the slump a bit, I suppose.

Maybe he just needs someone to give him a taste of his own medicine, so to speak.