I'm not sorry it happened or blathering on about what a poor hapless victim he was at your hands. Regardless of what I say, I can assure you I care even less for that little hemorrhoid than I do about you. I just can't abide hypocrisy.

I have to wonder how much that wretch dislikes himself without need of a second copy about, if the two of you really cannot see eye to eye. It's shameful, really, and not a wonder that he hasn't ever truly left this place. It's somewhat impossible to imagine bettering yourself when some less damaged part of you hasn't the will to believe you can.