He's definitely slowed in his attacks, and now he stops completely, hands shaking slightly from both fatigue and anger at his father. Maybe at himself, too. Had she intended this to be a distraction, rather than a genuine effort to make him reexamine his own beliefs and hangups, it'd be a perfect time to take advantage.

Jim has gone over his father's final moments in as much detail as he's had access to, so many times, looking for another way, another route. He's never found one. And he's never been able to accept that there isn't one, not even after having years to analyze and theorize instead of twelve minutes.

The burning rage is slowly draining away, numbness creeping in to replace it, and Jim looks down at his hands, his knuckles split and bruised. "He killed himself to buy more time."