[ How dare he--

Moran feels as though he's seething even with all the pain that he is in. His head continues to throb and his foot is starting to ache. Albert has turned to leave the room, and he lets him go so he doesn't do anything stupid. He feels his teeth set on edge. Wanting us to be friends and talk candidly with one another? You're not saying anything, you bastard! You're still just--

He feels his face growing red. ]

You certainly think you can say whatever you like when you feel wronged. [ His hand reaches out to grab Albert's arm to prevent him from leaving the room. ] You have a lot of words that you can use. I'm not William and I'm not Louis.

You can't expect me to understand you like they understand you. You brothers are closer than I could ever hope to be.

[ He attempts to drag Albert closer to him. Honestly, he's never besmirched the relationship that the family had; he never felt jealous or envious about how close that they are together. They are good for each other; they support each other; they cover each other's weaknesses. He would never want to replicate or take that relationship from them. ]

So if you have to talk to me, talk to me like an idiot so I get it!