Russell continued to nervously hold the knife up by Rachel's neck. The fighting off the stage continued and even Jack's mother who was slightly off to the side looked worried. When looking into his father's eyes, it seemed like he was slightly going mad at everything.
"All of this shouldn't be happening. What did I do wrong?" Russell said. "Do people care when we sell cows or chickens? Isn't this exactly the same thing! And you." Russel said, looking towards Jack. "Unlike the others, you have my blood running through your veins, you should be on my side, not theirs."
"Is that why you didn't kill me? Because I was your son? Then please explain to me, perhaps if you explain it to me then maybe I'll understand you." Jack of course could never forgive his father now. It was clear that he had gone too far. But his father was beyond reason and he could see these words were starting to work.
