[he could take the yelling. Seth yelled. Yelled and hollered and shoved and got in his face, MADE him look, made him see what he'd done. Dead eyes and motionless bodies and blood more places than it wasn't.

Crying was different. He wasn't sure he liked crying any better. He didn't anyway, but this was worse.]

No, it wasn't like--

It was supposed to be... I heard you.

I did. It was supposed to be okay. It's not my fault if everything always gets fucked up.

[because he fucks it up, because they do...it's pretty vague.]