I'm hitting her with all the utmost fury tearing me apart inside. All the flames of Hell are nothing but a soft summer breeze compared to what I'm feeling in my soul.

I've been carrying too much… too soon.

For Sam and Dad, it's too little… too soon.

Dammit! How could he do this to me? I've played the loyal son up until the end and now I've got to live with this?

I hate Dad for leaving us all alone!

I hate Sam for playing the moralizer with me!

I hate myself for feeling so screwed up… and helpless!