"Nah, that was a long time ago." It's over and the damage is long since done, and as far as he's concerned there's no fixing it. It's left parts of him too malformed. "I'm worried about them turnin' out like me." If they could save them an ounce of that, it's worth it.

Sentiment, he'd told Peter, could rot away your brain like maggots. He didn't think he was wrong, but he felt like his head was festering half the time anymore.