Archer is too stunned to react at first, and by the time he's gathered his wits Kimblee has already broken his contact. Archer's expression is blank for a moment while he tries to process that. Then the emotions give way and suddenly he's projecting far too much at once - pain, anger, hatred even - and for once he doesn't bother trying to crush the feeling down or control his expression or tone.

"So that's it? You expect me just to deal with the fact that you're dead? You think you can just... tell me something like that and then decide that this is a mistake? This is not a goddamn mistake! It has never been a mistake! If it was a fucking mistake you would have left months ago and you fucking know it!"

Archer hasn't had a shrieking fit in quite some time. It seems he's a little out of practice.

"I am sick and fucking tired of catering to your whims! You didn't want to deal with things earlier, fine, I let you go. You suddenly want to act like everything is fucking fine, then great. But now we're going to separate again because I made another fucking mistake? Do you realize how fucking manipulative you're being?"

Archer jabs a finger at Kimblee's chest, heedless of the shock he's bound to get. "Not everything is about you! I have tried to deal with your fucking selfishness for months and this is the thanks I get? Guess what? I make mistakes. If you're going to threaten to leave every single goddamn time I make a mistake then fine! Fuck! You!" The last two words are accentuated by pointed jabs to the chest. The entire time the emotional vibes Archer's been giving off have been increasing to the point where they're nearly as powerful as what he's actually feeling. Needless to say, he's furious.