My dad . . . [ Carl points to the stairwell that leads to their room, three floors up. His voice is quiet, but his anger is rising in waves, in growls. ] my dad backed you up! For the entire network to see! All of you! And you had just had to open your stupid mouth and acted like you never hurt him, when he forgiven you for killing him!

[ A small moment of struggling silence. When he speak again, he shouts loudly, the halls echoing his rage. ]

FUCK YOU! You didn't even consider the damage you have done to him! To me! You killed him and acted like you haven't done anything bad to my face!