[ Sam laughs, low and humorless. ] Now who's the one with the sermons? I'm not the better version of anything, sister, and I don't apologize for anyone but myself. You don't understand me half as well as you think you do.

[ He pushes himself to his feet, her indignation sparking his. They're both hypocrites, maybe, sneering at the paths they've each chosen, both believing they have the best way of things - he doesn't, not really, he doesn't know what the best way is and he only sees it as different - but if she's going to call him on his, he's going to call her on hers. ]

You wanna bitch about the things most of us don't know you've done and how unappreciated for them you are, you wanna gloat about how enlightened you are about the Nest and how much better your approach is? You go right ahead. Keep thinking of yourself as a victim and martyr through all our injustices towards you, make everything everyone else's fault, cause hell, it ain't like any of us are really worth your time.