[While Angelo was touching his earrings, it wasn't something Marcello could notice - he would have if he had the use of his eyes. He was entirely occupied with listening to Angelo's voice; he heard the love in it, and the accusation made him snap back at once.]

I did try, for all the time I lived there. After all, it was never like I was allowed to see my own mother. I suppose her attitude explains my own more than I care to admit. Perhaps I was responsible for being chucked out of my home at such a young age.

[Marcello turned his back on his brother, and clasped his hands behind him.]

Yes. And now you chide me for my insensitivity. Though I suppose I take after her, in a regretful way. I tried to raise you like a brother after you forced yourself into my home, but in the end I never could tolerate your presence, either.