You want me to put you out of your misery. You want to be done, but you don't know how to quit.

( it's not pity that keeps his hits lighter than he could go for; it's resentment, jealousy, it's the need to make this stupid shitty kid suffer as jason has. he's raising his fist again, as if he's planning on going for another hit, but--stops before he throws it. )

There's no redemption for either of us. You know that, don't you? You're a piece of trash, you're always gonna be trash. An' I ain't saving you from having to live with it.