I'm not. I just don't want to tell him what a mean bastard he is. He's not going to apologize to you, or me, or Michael, and he isn't going to care that you're upset. You're wasting your time. You want to give him the middle finger? I've done that. You're a few centuries too late, little brother [he sneers faintly as he says it]

I want to kill him. Are you suddenly on board with that, too?