Just when he thought a problem was over, an old one resurfaces again. He couldn't stand it. It infuriated him because this was between him and someone else again. Why couldn't it be between that person and someone else. Why won't he work it out with someone else?
Oh, that's right. He was the only one who could understand. The only one who's answer was the most truthful. The one who knew what was right from wrong.
His morals were set... The problem was, he was so drained and tired and sometimes confused to the point where if he had something to say, he didn't how to. He could speak his mind, but they wouldn't be sensible words much less organized and clear.
The other person keeps asking for an answer, but he doesn't want to speak because he knew logical reasoning was the best over emotional attack.
"Do you have something to say? Because I need to know if I'm do you more harm than good... Or what?"
"No."
