My reasons are my own, and I deal with them. [And his life was never going to be easy anymore, not with the way things were heading. He was only in this story mode because it was required in order to settle things enough so that he could actually get back to what mattered to him. Revenge.

He turned his head as he heard a noise from one of the floors upstairs. It was no matter, and the noise was short lived. He had no reason to move.]

Why would I bother? If you want me gone, you're an adult and can say so.

[Even if it might encourage him to stay.]