[Jim gets to his feet and god he just needs to hit something. He takes his anger out on a video game console on the floor, kicking it across the room.] Yeah, Emo, I'm fucking perfect. [He's shouting. He shouldn't be taking this out on Emo, but he is.]

I got my whole crew killed, I had to resign my commission to Star Fleet and I had to listen to Admiral Pike tell me what a goddamn disappointment I am to him. Like I haven't heard that enough in my life. [He pauses, and for a minute it looks like he's winding up again, but his breaths come out in pants from the energy he put into shouting and he quiets some.]

But, no, Emo. I'm fine. I've lost everything. My best friend is dead because of me, but I'm perfectly fucking peachy.