What if my problem wasn’t that I don’t understand people, but that I don’t like them? What if I was obliged to hurt you for something like this? I mean, physically. I think you’d have to believe afterwards, if you could, that agreeing to participate and then backing out at the critical moment was a mistake. Because that’s what I’m telling you. As clearly as I can.
There comes a point where a reasonable man will swallow his pride and admit that he’s made a terrible mistake. The truth is, I was never a reasonable man.