[ He tried to the first and second time, but the more they talk the more he can't ignore just how much she's making fun of him and her sister. That's... despicable. His fists ball on his sides, gripping tight to contain all his fury. ]

How the fuck couldja say shit like that about your own sister?! You-- [ His words are cut off by the sudden mood dip. Her looking incredibly somber out of blue catches him off-guard. ] ...... [ Still, the things that she's saying aren't changing. They don't become any more proper than it had been this whole time. In fact, it's getting worse. He doesn't get it. He can't fathom what she's trying to say, or what's the logic behind her words. ] You're fuckin' crazy. The hell're ya spoutin' 'bout?! Why the fuck wouldja do that if you feel that sad about it?! [ Not gonna lie, a huge part of his uncontrolled frustration and anger is sourced from the fact that he sees himself in her shoes. After all, they're both guilty of the same thing - murdering their own sibling. ] Don't you... heck, regret it?! What went through your fuckin' mind when you did all those?! Aaah?!