Ben looked up at the young man frustrated. "Ye think I haven't tried talking to him? From the moment his behaviour started getting worse, I was trying to talk to 'im. I was tellin' 'im he needs to act right. That I love him and I want 'im to be well. I was tryin' to understand what was goin' on with him. Why he was acting the way he was. Why he was withdrawin' from all who love him and actin' like he wasn't part of this family. You have no idea how badly I wanted to understand why he was actin' like that." He looked up at the ceiling in desperate frustration and balled his first. "But he just grows silent, or walks away, or gets rude. I'd be with him on the boat all day, trying to talk to him, asking, begging, commanding him to talk to me. But he just stays silent." He shook his head and frowned angrily. "It was only worse if I tried to talk to him. He'd go out drinkin' in the evening and return home actin' like a fool. I can't get through to him anymore, Elijah. I can see som't is wrong with him. I can see..." His voice broke and he steadied himself, rubbing his face with his hands, before he looked up at the constable. "He's..." he shook his head. "I can't deal with him anymore."