Yeah, I tried to kill you--and you tried to kill me. We both succeeded in killing each other, and you drugged me. That shit's over. Whether you believe it or not, I'm trying to fucking move on, and I don't want to rub a goddamn thing in your face. This isn't me one-upping you, because guess what, not everything is about you.

This is my life. These are my goals, and they're for John and Jill and their child's sakes--and for the victims. You don't enter into this decision at all. Not even a little.

Look at your life, and your choices, because mine aren't tied to you anymore.