"You know what, I've had just about enough of your lying bullshit," Sam informs her, raising the gun just a little.

"I mean -- this kinda thing is everything you wanted on a freakin' plate. What the hell?"
"Maybe I don't want it anymore, okay?"

"I had a life without my brother in it. And you know what? It fucking sucked."

Except for Jessica, of course, and for the parts that he'd liked -- but the thing is, all of that had been a lie.

This isn't.