"What do you want from this, huh?" Raylan asked, chest heaving a little, calm finally burned off in the stratosphere of bullshit, eyes dark and cold for all their anger that he wasn't supposed to have. Had no right to. To a point. They'd well crossed that point.

"We were supposed to be family and I trusted you and all you've done is kick me the hell around. I know I am not the victim here. And I am not asking for your goddamned sympathy but I am asking that if you want an actual answer, you let me give one. Otherwise, you're working out your shit and I'm not a fuckin' therapy punching bag."