Not our fight!? [He stalks off a few steps closer to the door, but stops and reels around again, that familiar fire burning in his stomach.] Not our fight!? What the hell are you talkin' about "Not our fight"!?

[He points at Don with the tip of his sai, all the anger, frustration, betrayal, hatred he's been feeling toward his brother lately manifested in that one small gesture.] You weren't there. You ain't one to talk! He told me to kill him if this happened, and screw you! I made a promise.