I don't have a home, Baji. I don't have a family, I don't have anything--

All I had was you. All I ever had was you, and it's all I wanted, and in jail, I--

[He'd look up at the mottled, moldy ceiling.]

Fuck revenge, fuck redemption, the only thing that actually kept me going, day after day, were your letters. All I wanted was to get out and be with you again..

But it didn't matter 'cause you didn't want that, and I can't stand that-!

[He'd clench his fists tightly, so tightly his nails would dig into his palms, drips of blood splattering the cracked floor.

When he spoke again, his voice would crack with emotion.]

I killed you, you know. You must have heard that from Mikey already. Stabbed you when I realized you'd left me.

You don't want me, and I'm no good, so just -- go. Just go.