My sister's right, I don't share my problems with her. Or with anybody. Harry taught me that. Secrecy, self-reliance ... and a well-stocked cupboard of Hefty bags.
So this is doom. I've been the architect of so much of it, it's only fair that I should know what the fuss is all about. He left me this room for a reason. Five women gave their blood, their lives for this moment. There's only one way to find out why.
Dex, you are all the family that I have, and I barely know you. So, if you're going to eat steaks with somebody after a rough day, somebody's going to break through your fucking walls, I think it should be me! I think I have earned it!