You know what? I'm tired of this conversation and sick of being near you. All I see and hear is your mouth spitting out toxic venom of lies. So go ahead and keep at it, since that's all you're going for anyway. I'm such a fool to take pity on you, I should have let you fall to your death and be done with it.

[And with that, he slams the journal shut. He's done talking to his brother. If the idiot wants to come find him, then so be it. But he won't be nice if he does.]