"I'm just so tired. It's so -- it's so dumb, isn't it? They just fucking use people and then throw them away and want them buried. They want them gone. If you're too difficult, if you don't fit, if you're not doing exactly what you need to then you're thrown aside." And Harry was stuck in a place where he never got to get any catharsis from his dad and the company was all he had left to be angry at, to care about.

Harry looked at Max, eyes wide and admiring, taking it the beautiful blue and the crackling static. It made his hairs stand on end - he loved it.

"Max, man, you're amazing. You know that? Look at you. You beautiful bastard. You could do anything. You will. And you'll hurt anyone who ever hurt you." And he was excited to be there for it. "And look, yeah, I'm not exactly 'disadvantaged' or on your level in that sense but like... I get it. In a way. I've always been weak, I just want to turn the tables. Just once." He wasn't asking for more.