Don't lie to me. I can see it in your face. That guilty look of insidious pleasure, pervading every little muscle from your eyes down to your chin. Your cheeks are awash with it. You've been playing with her, and I don't like it one bit. She's just not good for you. She's no good for anybody. Can't you see what she's doing to you?
She's eating your soul, boy. Bit by bit. Day by day. You're vanishing down her greedy little throat.
You know what her problem is? You know why I have a problem with her? She loves herself too much. She's always looking at herself in the mirror, sending pictures of herself to other people, letting them know that they've got to love her. Emotionally, physically, practically, she's greed, made a person and put down on this planet to haunt us all.
Ordinarily, I'd let you go ahead and associate with her. If I didn't know you, I wouldn't mind, when push came to shove, what happened to you. But you're a part of me, boy, and you know you are, and I'm not letting a part of me land in the gutter to rot like leaves fallen from a tree.
The truth of it is, I think her daddy's at fault. He's trying to shape her, force her ideas to be a mirror image of his own, even though he talks as if she can say what she wants. And she lets him, when really, deep down, he doesn't even have a right to be her daddy. The things he says are so wrong, and she just sits there and lets it go, because she doesn't care about anyone else but herself.
That, boy, is what I think of her. That's why I don't want you dealing with her, and why it makes me want to shudder with sadness and anger every time I see you two getting close. And you are getting closer, every time I look at you. Pretty soon you'll just be a mirror image of her, just as she's a mirror image of her daddy. You'll be like a hall of mirrors, convex and concave but mirrors all the same, reflecting off him. That's what he wants, and unless you stay away from her, unless you listen to what I'm telling you, that's what he's going to get.
Benjamin is disappointed.