"I can be patient when I want to, and I wouldn't get on your ass about never planning anything if you wouldn't lord the fact you know more about all of this than I do over my head as if it makes you somehow better. It's not you I don't like, your basically your sister and I like her well enough, but its this sense of self-entitlement I can't stand. You seem to think we all owe you something for your existence, sorry to say you aren't the second coming, but you're not Jesus. What makes us all so far beneath you? Why in the hell is it that none of us outside of the family have anything worth contributing other than our lives? Hell, you keep saying none of my plans will work, and yet every single one of them has, and with minimal bloodshed and casualties.
I'm fairly surprised you haven't figured out why I didn't kill your sister back at the school, or shoot you in the leg when you ran from us, or why in my current state I haven't paid you back for those two extra bullets you put in my torso. It isn't because I can't or won't, Christie is proof of my willingness to at least attempt to kill. Don't know if it worked or not, but if you got captured again, I can assume not. It's because you have too much worth to kill. If you just dropped the attitude and actually accepted outside help for once, you could easily be something much better than you are now. Then again you probably don't want that because then, if you failed, it meant that it would actually be your fault rather than you being able to hide behind laziness. No offense, but you don't strike me as a risk taker, especially if it means you have to deflate that massive ego of yours a bit and admit to actually being one of us mere mortals." Jack went on.
