[At first, Thom seems like he is at a loss for words. Like something Hiccup is saying might actually get through to him. Then his jaw clenches.]

You pity me. How quaint.

I do not want or need your - your concern.

[He spits that word like it offends him.]

Once I have determined how to bleed away this taint, your first two points will be irrelevant anyway. If I could be left in peace to do so it would go so much the faster.