-I called you earlier this year. I was in a ton of pain, and you were the only one I could ask for help. -Yeah, because I was the only one fucked up enough to understand. -Maybe. What's so bad about that, huh? What's so bad about having the capacity to understand someone else who is so steeped in self-loathing? I don't know what it is for someone to take my innocence, to destroy every sense of normalcy, of how you get over that, of how you have any sense of how to make a life. But I do know that the ugliness that you feel inside of you, it's not you. It's them. Your mom, your dad, Steve.