"You tell yourself that, boy. You tell yourself that, while you're down there in the dirt, digging your grave with your own two hands instead of making your way in the real world up above. Hold it close like a candle in the dark, and know it'll last just as long and be just as worthless in the end."

He doesn't even bother to sneer, but just looks at his son with disappointment, weary disdain, and no sign of surprise.

"Almost as worthless as you turned out to be."