“It makes sense when I think you are wrong,” he said. “Why do you think it is a choice to be stressed or hurt? I don’t think you are hurting me with you words, you are hurting me with your words. Why is it so absurd for me, when you do the same thing?

“I don’t care if you talk about Yahal, I don’t dislike it, I don’t care about it. The way you said the sentence is what I have a problem with. The way you said it made it seem it was either one or the other, as if you did care. That was what I had a problem with.

“I also have a problem with you speaking about things you don’t understand. You assume these things about my sister, about the wild, as if you’ve known them your entire life when you haven’t. If you did, you would know that predators don’t need a reason to kill; cats will kill and not eat, so will dogs and wolves. Some animals kill much more than they will eat, leaving it there. Wolves will turn on their packs, breaking the rule of faithfulness. There are lone wolves, animals who are only faithful to themselves.

“Why doesn’t it make sense for me to be hurt by your words, yet make sense for you to be hurt by mine when you misunderstand them? I didn’t say you were attempting to villainize me until you kept making the entire argument about you when that wasn’t what it was about at all. This is not simple to me, this is complicated. Instead of seeing that, you make the assumption that it is simple for me, but I told you I was confused.

“Arguing with you is impossible, you hardly ever see my points in favor for arguing your own, and when it it starts to be about something you don’t like, you play like the victim when I never attack you. I talk about our argument, what we are discussing, you make everything personal to you when it does not have to be. It is annoying. There is no point in fighting with you because I will never win. I refuse to discuss anything else with you that I don’t understand.”