[He's been bothered by the thing with his own brother since his younger self confirmed that what was wrong must have been his fault. But what if it wasn't? ..No, it would always feel like it was, simply because he spent so much time running.]

My brother, he did something horrible while he was here. [He would leave the information a little obscure. No need to talk about the torture while watching... was that Dr. Horrible?! That looked like Dr. Horrible.] You've done nothing to that level, however-

Rather than accepting that you're a terrible person capable of terrible things, remember there's a young man that may wonder one day if it's his fault for not having spoken with you enough. Even if you don't return home, he should know that he's at least some sort of positive influence. I say that more as a younger brother than a warden.

[He points to Neal Patrick Harris thoughtfully, and with a squint. He looks too much like him. Only he seems very interested in those ladies.]