Go to Hell.
There's being a bastard because you're always a bastard and people expect you to be a bastard (and you have a reputation to uphold, of course, misanthropic bastard, even the car thief knows that), and there's being too much of a bastard. This case was definitely the latter.
Probably nothing but those three little words would've affected you so greatly. And they do just that—unfortunately.
When you watch the scene through the glass, bowed heads, sorrow, must-be-false bravery, you dry one silent tear.
And when Wilson looks up, you look away—because that's all.
That's all.
