All the warmth and friendliness that had been in Sean's face in the park was gone, replaced by a cold stranger Anderson didn't recognize. "Better an asshole than a weakling who gives up and gives in."
"What are you talking about?" Anderson said.
Sean's lip curled. "We both know you're not the white picket fence kind. Please. You're like me, never settling, doing what you want instead of what the rest of the world expects. But here you are, doing the whole married, kids, house and fence bullshit. What's next, a pet dog? A couple of cats? It's pathetic. You're just like all the rest, settling into the acceptable formula instead of trying to fucking change anything."
"While you what? Hurt and kill people?" Anderson countered. "I'm still me, but youyou've turned into a fucking monster. Why? Why did you do all this?"