And now he's got you running scared enough, and refusing to admit it to even yourself, that you're slipping up, doing careless things out of frustration, reacting to any sense that there might be a way to stall him or beat him with 'you don't know what he's capable of', and jumping to conclusions while snipping at allies.

If I hadn't expected you to be a prickly, lashing out mess, this probably would've turned into a very ugly argument.