You yelled, too, you know. Don't let that thin air up there on your high horse affect your memory.

[ Oh, good, they're getting to the edge of the woods; she can almost see the Community Hall from here. Only a few more minutes where she can get scolded by a teenager for something that happened months ago. ]

All I'm saying is the guy spends enough time beating himself up for not being perfect. He doesn't need anyone else telling him he's doing shit wrong.