"You'll get yourself killed and disgraced, is what you'll do!" Burr rages, "and I'll have no part in it!"

He begins to move about the room, gathering up Hamilton's meager possessions--a few uniforms, the blanket, a good deal of writing supplies, and shoves them at him. He won't cry, hormones be damned. He's too angry to cry.

"I don't want to talk to you," Burr says. "I don't want to see you, except for what we must. And when you end up dead don't expect me to attend the ceremonies!"