[There it was again, like a knife in the ribs--a stab of sympathy, the more sensible part of himself reminding him that Luke was just a kid, not responsible for what his father had done.

Well, as the saying went. Ignorance was no excuse]

You're right. I don't care.

[he did care, however, about whatever shrink or CO or whatever was standing on the other side of the glass, watching the show. He hadn't looked at the clock when he came in, but he knew that they had at least another twenty minutes to burn]

Ask your questions and let's get this over with.