I know I slept through it, I remember sleeping through it, I remember waking up-- [His voice is sounding going increasingly strained, almost shaking by the end. No matter what he says to Claire about it, he's never really going to be over that memory, not completely. How do you get over waking up next to the corpse of the woman you love?]

You're lying, you asshole. How the hell should I know why? You hate Mr. White, right? He's an enabler or whatever? John hated him, too! This is just some-- like discrediting bullshit so I'll learn to just say no, right??