You're useless, you know that?
 
No, I'm not just saying this.
You're useless.
How long have we been together, Grace?
How long have I been carrying your weight?
 
Every time there's a problem. A crisis. You can't do that, and you can't do this, and that's too hard, help me, understand me, look out for me, worry for me. And every single time I'm there, as ever, helping, fixing, correcting - well, I can't do it. I can't keep fixing your little dilemmas and issues, I can't fix you.
 
I tried, you know that, right? I tried. Every single time I told you you could do better, that you can trust yourself, that you CAN, and every single time you agreed, and you were happy - until the next unfixable mess, until the next terrible mishap. What did you think? Did you think it's alright, that I'll always be there? Is this what you thought?
 
No. I won't. I won't do it. You're useless, but I'm not. I deserve better than this, I can get better than this. You thought to tie me down to this life, your little routines, just like this? No. Bury your head in the sand if you like, I'm looking elsewhere, useless little rat, you didn't even consider some of us just want to FLY -
 
What do we do now?
You do whatever you like. Breaking up is a cliche, so I'll just leave.