Hey, you're preaching to the choir on that one, pal. I'm sure not saying I forgive him for it. Just that...I guess, now that I'm older, I understand a little better? Like being tall enough to see over a wall. When you're a kid, you can only see up to the wall, but once you're grown up, you can see that much and what's on the other side of it. But it's still the same wall, no matter what you do.

[That metaphor probably makes sense on some planet. Probably.]

He loved my mom, you know. And she loved him. And he still let them do that to her. But that's never gonna be me, no sir. You won't catch me letting down somebody I love 'cause I'm too weak to stand up for 'em.