[ Red wasn't expecting it, but it doesn't make him pleased. It's all still there, and his feelings - his jumbled, mixed up feelings - as well. He's quiet as first, but-- ]

What do you think? You think it doesn't matter because I'm not him? You think it won't matter if I lose because I'll learn something from it? Because I can just keep trying again and again?!

[ A fist clenches. There's words that should come next but Red doesn't know what they are, and it just aids in making him more frustrated. He shakes his head. ]

It does! It just does!