“When push came to shove, I did what I had to,” he continued, focusing on pouring milk over his cereal and then finding a clean spoon. “I’m really surprised you can’t see that.”
“It wasn’t your fight, man,” Terrell countered in a subdued voice that only thinly veiled a deep anger. “That monster killed most of my family. It shoulda been one of us to do it. I don’t care what happened or who’s telling the truth. You knew better. I mean, come on. I askedyou to stay here for a fucking reason, Dakota. To look after my sister—and leave it to us! And you didn’t listen. You didn’t care. And why? Because you thought we couldn’t handle it? Because you thought I couldn’t handle it?!”