[ Yeah, he's holding onto a grudge. But so are his parents. If it makes him an idiot for thinking they're assholes for endlessly making him feel like shit, especially during the times when he'd wanted them to love him the way he desperately wished they would, then fine. He's an idiot. He doesn't care.

Jesse is taking a final drag of his cigarette before tossing it off to the side while Ronan kicks playfully at the ground. ]

Whatever. [ Stooping down to snatch up a rock from the ground. He stands tall again, without missing a beat with walking. ] Guess there's no point wondering about any of it, really, even if the whole guilt thing that comes with religion confuses the hell outta me. Ain't like there's any God out there interested in bothering with my sinful, insignificant ass. [ And he's lobbing the rock as hard as he can into air, the rock sailing out of sight into the dimness, like a little boy throwing rocks just for amusement. ] I'm goin' to Hell, anyways, whether God exists or not.

[ The rock seems to hit something metallic; there's a dull thunk noise ahead in the distance, followed by consecutive metallic thuds after that as the rock bounces off whatever it is. ]

Yo. Think that's a piece of the ship up ahead.