"Hell yeah he is." That comes with a sound that's a bit akin to a snort, or would be if he had a nose and esophagus to communicate as such. As it is, he makes do with something near enough to the real thing to get the point across.

"You think a guy like that has had control over a single damn thing in his life?" He laughs, a gravely, unpleasant sound, like stone dragging over stone. "He keeps thinkin' he's accepted his lot in life, but the sucker's still in denial."