[All three of them. It's strange to think of himself and Barron and Philip as being on the same side. They never were, before. He almost rejects the thought instinctively, does push it away somewhat, but doesn't manage to all the way.]

[He half-smiles.]

I'm angrier now than I ever was before. There are people who'll look at that in the eye and not be afraid of it.

I'm afraid for him, if he goes back. You don't know what it's like. I mean, maybe you understand it on some level, but you don't know. And I'm not going back. I can't be a fucking commodity again, do you understand me?

[There's that flash of anger, almost as though he's talking to Barron. Like he said: he'd hurt Barron if he could, if it would get anything done, if love didn't get in the way. He's furious.]

[He manages to reel himself in after a moment, but still. It was there.]

You talk to people to drown yourself out?