I remember my reaction when I heard this dialogue for the first time, replaying it over and over in my head for days and pushing at it like I would a blue bruise, to see if it would still hurt. It always did. It was a slap in the face, and it didn't sting any less last night.
Nathaniel: You hold onto your pain like it means something, like it's worth something. Well, let me tell you, it's not worth shit. Let it go. Infinite possibilities and all he can do is whine.
David: Well, what am I supposed to do?
Nathaniel: What do you think? You can do anything, you lucky bastard, you're alive. What's a little pain compared to that?
David: It can't be that simple.
Nathaniel: What if it is?