"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

If you sacrifice one, they'll eventually demand another.

something about driver’s identity, down to his very name, being entirely dependent on his use to other people. to everyone in his life, he’s just that guy who drives. but around Irene and Benecio he has this idea that he could be more than that. he could be the guy who protects. the guy who cares. the guy who provides. and then in the end, to Irene, he’s none of those things. he’s the guy who smashed someone’s head in, never mind why. he’s reduced just to the violence that lives inside him that he can’t seem to escape from.