[His voice sounds tired. Upset, tired, and defeated. Because he just can't handle this shit anymore. He's so tired of fighting with Dave now and the things Dave is saying really hurts.]

I did it for you. Is that finally fucking good enough for you, Dave? The asshole called you a failure and I came here to kick his fucking ass. But I'm not good enough to even do that, because Banks got in the way. That's why I didn't want you to see me, because I'm such. a fucking. failure.

But believe what you want, Dave. You're obviously going to do it anyway no matter what I say. So just... whatever. I'm getting used to nothing I do being right anymore. Eventually I'll be able to just let it roll off my shoulders, huh? You'd think I would be able to by now, but I guess I'm not as much of a fucking Strider as I thought.