"They slaughtered my people in their sleep... in their fucking sleep Doc. Not one, not two, not three... it was a whole fucking outpost of them. Never knew their names, never gave a shit who they were. They just wanted to kill'em, get a problem out of their fucking way. They didn't care they snuffed out fucking precious goddamn lives!" But he's the asshole for killing a couple of theirs, right? For trying to make a goddamn point he never wanted to make in the first place.

"I realize that was fucking sick what I did, but I felt I had to do it, Doc. You're acting like I'd ever-- I'd never hurt a fucking hair on anyone's head at that house. You've got to fucking know that."

He's getting desperate here. The thought of being alone is more suffocating than anything. "I don't want to be that guy here. I fucking hate that guy..."