[Normie finally seems to relax in his seat once again. He isn't seeking sympathy or pity, he just wants to be taken seriously.

He nods.]

Before he died, I know my father sought treatment for... something, but his therapist turned out to be less than reputable, so even if I did get my hands on his notes, I wouldn't trust them.

Angry. Rather than focusing on what I had, I instead chose to focus on what I lost... or rather what I believe was stolen from me. I nursed that anger for years until I finally donned the Green Goblin costume.