The 'I told you so' is so thick in his throat that he has to physically swallow it down. It's the last thing he actually wants to say.

"Well," he says instead, "you're not going to make it again. Are you? No more..." He presses his lips for a moment, looking for the right word. "...complacency. You're better than that."

It's not a demand, or a cajoling threat. It's just... quiet. Gentle. An acknowledgement.