"And before my future self kicks your butt for conduct unbecoming a High Guard officer," Dylan adds, crossing his arms.

Rhade's at least not giving the doctor any of the attitude he was giving Dylan earlier, but Dylan's had just about enough of looking after his future self's Nietzschean mess.

"I don't know, Rhade, is there anything else you need to say to me?"

Now that he's more sober.

Some of what he'd drunkenly said had been not the sort of thing a man should say to his captain, but ... since he's not Rhade's captain yet (there's a mind-bending thought), he'll let it slide.