Silas: How many pills did you take?
Silas: Well, that’s dumb. I’ll get you a glass of water. Give me your pills, I’ll open ‘em.
Silas: Why have them if you won’t take them?
Shane: Because… they’re mine. I like the way it feels. Like a knife… popping the same balloon over and over. Only you don’t have to blow up a new one. I can make the pain go away anytime with a pill. But I don’t want to. I don’t have to think about anything else. It’s great.