[Keeping it flat and detached was really the only way he's able to talk about any of this. Getting emotionally involved and remembering everything that happened as it happened would be like ripping a bandaid off a wound that hadn't and probably never would really heal.]

Because I heard it happen. [And it had seriously haunted him. He had thought the worst noise he'd ever heard was his parent's bodies hitting the ground in the circus tent fifty feet below them, but he'd been wrong.] Why do you want me to like Harvey?