“Why is it that people are always trying to kill you?' His voice was low, on the edge of something deadly. 'You need to be more careful.'

'How is this my fault?'

'You have no sense of self-preservation.' Archer took another angry step. 'If someone labelled a bottle poison, you would drink it. You take warnings as invitations. You can seem to stay away from all the things that will hurt you.'

Like me.”