"Oh yeah, because there's so much good I could be doin' right now. What, with all the magic weildin' freaks and the impenetrable barrier and the robots you can't even see takin' away our friends and family. Yeah, it's my fault I'm doin' nothin' with my life. What the hell do you expect me to do!?"

"I'm tryin' here, Donnie. I am. But you don't got to deal with this." He motions vaguely to his own temple. "You got no idea what it's like ta feel..."

His voice wavers for a moment and he drops his hand to his side. Then, he takes a deep, steadying breath, looking unashamedly into his brothers eyes. "Like you're losin' your mind." His voice is as level as his gaze. "Or maybe I am crazy. Who knows. Maybe I lost my marbles a long time ago, and it just took us gettin' out into society to know it. All I know is if I let myself keep dwellin' on this stuff, I'm gonna go crazier than I already am."

"So think about that, next time you want to talk."