Have we reached the breaking point?

Do you hate me that much?

Dad gave you a .45 to kill monsters. I gave you the gun to kill me. What's the difference? Both our youths were stolen from us. We're always good at faking. Are you now? Guess I've messed with you one too many times. You sound like a teenager in the middle of a crisis. I never was. I jumped from childhood innocence into combat suit. I'm not pathetic. I'm desperate. But I trust you, somewhere inside. Against the whole world. Against our absent father. Against my own life.