"Tell me if this situation sounds familiar? An individual joins the team under circumstances of mild duress, finds themselves surrounded by individuals that are almost sickeningly sentimental, and dangerously prone to nearly getting themselves killed by selflessly throwing themselves head first into impossible odds. This individual helps them mostly out of pity because otherwise they're too stupid to live, and then uses sarcasm and occasionally hostile remarks not as a way to vindictively cause lasting emotional harm, but as a method to keep others at a comfortable distance to prevent them from making the mistaken assumption that they're friends."

He tilted his head.

"This is so the aforementioned teammates don't make the mistake of thinking they can comfortably rely on them for anything beyond their basic functions as an ally, largely because of knowing that if they seek more than that -- any sort of deeper bond or lasting connection -- that they are most likely not emotionally equipped to provide. Ergo, the sarcasm and mockery keeps the expectations of others in a comfortable realm of being the bare minimum possible, so that any proffered warmth or friendship only exceeds their expectations."

He twirled his finger in the air.

"Thus creating an endless cycle of helpfulness and occasional extreme offense of others that causes the Legion Leader to nearly a burst blood vessel."