I broke it. It was useless anyway. [Dismissively, as he's pulled back to Dylan.]

You don't have to be, either. Not everything is your responsibility. I'm not. I got myself drunk. I broke my boneblade. I walked out into the Wasteland. I joined the military. I joined the insurrection. I agreed to be your best man knowing what I was going to do. I knew you were... too trusting...

[He didn't call him dumb this time, at least. He trails off, frowning. And then his expression again.]

Look at how many times you've survived me. It's no wonder that I-

[And again, trailing off. But this time with a hard swallow.]