"Bullshit!"
He hated losing his temper because it was a distraction he did not need. But he could not help it sometimes. After all, he was still human.
No matter how his father had raised him to always reign in his emotions, there were those moments when he still lost control.
"Aren't you ever growing up, Dante?" Damon grabbed his brother by the arm and dragged him into a corner where they could be alone.
He hated that Dante would act so immaturely. Even though they had the same father, it seemed this man never shared any resemblance of their traits.
Dale might be different from him, but he still had his principles. He still tried to work his way to success, not depend on the family's wealth and connections.
"I am trying. But it is not easy to adjust to this life. I am still searching for the meaning of my life." Dante philosophically said, as if that should explain his childish actions.
