That's your racial character.
"I'm beginning to doubt my own wisdom in having chosen you as next in command.

There's a bit of doubting Thomas in your ego.

It's not too late, yet, for you to turn back.

I'll let you, as a special concession.

Brodeur will jump at the chance to be your successor." His hand swung the wheel, sweeping the racer in a curve toward the Manhattan shore.