He chuckled, and followed his path, standing next to him, staring over the dark, silent room. He looked forward, a grim look on his face while he thought. "Did you know, Ghost, that when I took the Extremis antivirus, I vomited all of my organs?" He slid a look over to him. "Literally, all of them. I regrew my entire body from inside out in the course of a day," and that was accelerated. By two days.

"I think the risk is worth it, Ghost. We need something, something to help. I know the risks," he paused. "If it doesn't work, check the room. You know where. It might help you, and the resistance."

Several billion dollars worth of help. The Iron Man suit was expensive. Ridiculously expensive. It would help. It could aid the resistance in a big way.

"I need this done. It's not a mercy killing this time, Ghost. It's a chance to get out."