[He doesn't have a lot more to say about that. He already told Byerly all there was to say - he found out, he was furious, he left. It's a moment he can't make excuses for, even if he still believes his father was a good man.
But the Dorian then has quite a lot to say. He's still shouting obscenities, claims that he's never cared for anyone but himself, trying but failing to contain the touch of fear that makes his voice shake. Halward keeps trying to interrupt him, sounding completely mystified by his son's anger, trying to diffuse the situation—but growing angrier by the second. The more Dorian defends himself, the more he sounds like he might retch.
"I don't know who you are anymore! No, I do know—You're a weak, insipid fool who wouldn't know sense and decency if it slapped him in the face! To think you would think of doing this to your own son—"
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[He doesn't have a lot more to say about that. He already told Byerly all there was to say - he found out, he was furious, he left. It's a moment he can't make excuses for, even if he still believes his father was a good man.
But the Dorian then has quite a lot to say. He's still shouting obscenities, claims that he's never cared for anyone but himself, trying but failing to contain the touch of fear that makes his voice shake. Halward keeps trying to interrupt him, sounding completely mystified by his son's anger, trying to diffuse the situation—but growing angrier by the second. The more Dorian defends himself, the more he sounds like he might retch.
"I don't know who you are anymore! No, I do know—You're a weak, insipid fool who wouldn't know sense and decency if it slapped him in the face! To think you would think of doing this to your own son—"
"Get out. You are no son of mine."
Dorian takes a breath, staring at a wall.]
We need... to go.