[Jesse briefly averts his eyes. His face is easy to read: he put some of those bodies there, himself. Which is another reason why it's no tragedy that he dies, though he desperately doesn't want to. He's afraid of what's going to happen. He can't even imagine how he's supposed to eventually find the strength to flip. The guilt, maybe, has something to do with it.]

...No way you coulda seen it. I was right there with him and there was still - there was all this stuff he did right under my nose and I never even knew. I mean, I knew it was terrible, but then it got worse. Whenever I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. There's probably still stuff I don't know about.