But weak. You're like a spoiled, little baby. He's delirious from the morphine. You understand. He... He doesn't know what he's saying. You're damn right Stevie's death wasn't my fault. - It was yours. - Shh, shh, shh. He was always trying to impress you. - You and that damn rabbit. - Ethan, shh! - Shaun, let's go. - Stop. Shh.