The "real work". [He can't help a scoff, as automatic as it is by this point.] The business of knuckling down and preparing my soul to be saved, hmm?

[You can tell he's still not buying the message.]

I don't know what I want anymore, unfortunately. That's the messiest piece of business this place has managed to have done to me. I'm not sure what I should be working for, especially with regards to my son. I don't know what I want from him. What I expect, if anything.