[He's starting with this shit.]

Look at me and tell me that you honestly think I'd do any of that. Not — not the me back home who apparently did, but me. In front of you right now. The one who helped you get better, who stuck with you for nine months, who apologized over and over. I tried so hard, Jesse! I tried to help you, and you —

You left. No note, no goodbye. Nothing. Just — poof. Gone.