I know you won't... [He trusts him, and he feels less lost with Jeb's arms around him, like he's tethered to something. A few shuddering breaths. The words are engraved in his memory but he's afraid to repeat the specifics aloud, because that will cement it in reality.]

I sound like I've given up hope...like I don't trust anyone, or anything, anymore! "When is it no longer worth it?" I asked. [The weight of those words is enough to stifle his voice. In the silence, mottled only by his sobs, he rubs at his eyes and wishes he had never seen any of this.]

I must be so lonely...so unhappy... I don't want to end up like that! [And there were names he didn't know, hints of people who must have been important, and it only complicates the mystery of his future self. Who were they?] There were people who wanted to help me...who offered to be my friend, but I wouldn't listen. Why can't he-- I see that they're just trying to help?