George：
Steve, what about your family? Your brother? Think about how they'd feel if you went through with this.
Steve：
My brother, Lucus... I've looked out for him since he was a kid. Since I was thirteen, I was the one who kept him safe.
George：
What happened that day, Steve? What did you see?
Steve：
I got home earlier than usual. I saw them through the window... my wife and my brother. They were... together. I didn't need to hear a single word to know what was going on.
George：
Did you confront them?
Steve (Bitter smile)：
No. I couldn't even move. I just stood there feeling like I didn't exist... like I was a ghost in my own life.
George：
But your kid? You still have him.
Steve：
That boy was my whole world. I would've died for him.
Steve：
Then I found out. He isn't mine. He belongs to her and the brother I raised like he was my own son.
George：
So you decided this was the only way out?
Steve：
It's the same old story. I don't want to be dead, George. I just can't find a single reason to keep being alive.
George (Softly)：
I understand why you feel that way. But the truth is, there's another reason to stay—one you haven't seen yet.