[Sounds like a personal problem, he wanted to say. Followed by that's not my fault, or a more bitter you sure as hell coasted by on everything else of mine.]

[But he said none of that, pushing it back behind the same locked door as the directionless fury he felt towards those he couldn't exact revenge upon.]

You don't want to deal with what we had to go through to earn that. I wouldn't even have wished that on you at my worst.