Aaron bristled at Jake's words but didn't flinch at the ornament smashing a few feet from him. He felt like taking one huge swing at his only friend on the island. He just wanted to lash out, breaking and hating and getting his revenge on the world. "Fuck you!" he shook his head, "You can put those pieces back together, might take you months, maybe years but you'll get it back eventually. I can see it, you can see it." he swigged again and drained the bottle, "Me? It's not just... just pieces, it's fucking dust. Gone, in the wind, never gonna come back together no matter how much glue I use. She's fucking dead, Jake." He started to tear up, angry and broken, "She's dead and it's my fault."