[His injured left hand finally goes slack, as if it were a body giving up the ghost.]

You're the same as me. I'm not making you happy. But we sometimes think if we try harder, do more, it'll happen, I'll be able to make you happy... But, I'm not. I can't give you a normal life. I can't take none of this away. I can't make it okay.

I can't make it so you don't need him. Of course you're gonna run off with other people. You got needs. Needs not getting filled here by me. Your life and world ain't things I can make better like I thought.