We have to go back? Who do you think you are? You call me over and over again for two days straight, stoned on your pills. And then you show up here with an obituary for Jeremy Bentham. When he came to me and I heard what he had to say, I knew he was crazy. But you, you believed him. Him of all people... I've spent the last three years trying to forget all the horrible things that happened on the day that we left. How dare you ask me to go back?
