Matt knows the reasons why she's doing this, that it's not selfless. However, that doesn't make it any less admirable that she wants the people here to have some luxuries. "I probably would as well," he admits, but he has to be careful and paranoid back home because of what he does. He does think that being a Special helps, particularly with the other Specials. It's that 'one of us' mentality that's not always a bad thing.

The anger in him builds along with the blood welling up on his thumb. It's not just the implants; it's not even simply the lack of his senses that he's angry at, though that's his focus right now. It's the general helplessness that he feels here, the way that this place, the Alphas look at him like he's defective, that a group had seen him as so defective they'd felt the need to kidnap him and 'fix' his vision against his will. "Fuck!" he screams at the top of his lungs, sweeping the hand he's cut across the table and sending everything to the floor. He wants to punch things; he wants to destroy things; he wants to rage until someone gives him back everything he's lost. "I'm so fucking sick and tired of feeling deaf, numb and more fucking blind than I have ever been in my life!"

He's not mad at Lydia. He's really not. He's mad at this entire situation.