You should be. Look at you, crying like a baby. Man up Veneziano, either face the consequences of hiding behind everyone, or grow a backbone. Stupid child...

[Snorts] He's not my brother. He's just someone who looks like my sister. And if he is my brother, then I have every right to tell him how pathetic he is.

[Laughs at Spain, the radio crackling, her laugh cold and cruel]

We did. All of us. None of us could stand you, clearly. We all decided it was better to be out by ourselves. So we walked away from you, and hit back when you tried to keep us.