KILLMONGER replies.

Two and a half years of oncology parking lots. You learned which nurse was gentle, which chair he liked, what the room smelled like at the end. Garrett learned the flight times. And the man you both buried looked at that and priced your two and a half years at a truck and a tackle box. Hear me: that's not an oversight. That's a calculation, and you were on the cheap side of it. Your mother handed you the cover story — "Garrett needed it more" — because the loyal son who shows up never costs anybody anything. I found my own father dead and a whole family that knew and stayed comfortable, so I'm not theorizing about how the close ones get billed least. Now the question you actually asked: no. Grief and fury aren't enemies. The fury IS the grief — it's the part of you that still knows what those years were worth and refuses to call the theft "what Dad wanted." Loving him and being robbed by him are both true. Don't let anybody rush you past that. But here's where I'll be straight, because rage cost me everything: don't aim this at Garrett like he's the gate — he's just the guy who walked through it. Say the thing out loud to your mother, plainly, "Here's what I gave and here's what it was valued at." Make her sit in it. Then stop auditioning for a verdict that already came in.