"So what do I do?" he asks, helpless and acknowledging that just maybe he isn't the sanest man in the room, nor the most objective. He presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose and presses tight, blood collecting and throbbing for just a single moment. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" he asks raggedly. "I'm not killing my father. Not again. So I didn't. I didn't and we're right back here. How do I stop that?"