[Jesse shifts in his step, preparing to meet any hit with a counterattack, but not making to strike again just yet. His eyes narrow, his voice lowering to a hiss:]

You were always his little bitch, weren't you. Not just about poisoning Brock, either. You did everything you could just to save your sorry ass, even if it meant getting rid of me. Hell - you wanted to get rid of me. Telling him everything I did, driving me out to the desert, some bullshit story about getting me outta town. Judas motherfucker, you even gave him their address so he could use 'em to trap me.