Violence begets benevolence.
Lost my bottle! Lost my nerve! Never in a million years. Lost my appetite for scrapping yes, but not my 'bottle'. Oh no, not my 'bottle'. I wasn't scared of him, nor anyone else for that matter But I didn't want this. Oh no, I really didn't want this. But oh yes, I was really going to have to have this. Perhaps it was just as well, for it really put the 'kibosh on the whole shebang', if you see what I mean. I was finished, and I really went out with a bang.