You're above me? Above me? Oh, I get it. Poor pitiful you, you have to do terrible things, and now you want me to feel sorry for you.
You either came here with a story to hurt me when you revealed the fucking lie, or you get off on fucking with me when I can't remember you. Maybe both.
*pushes himself up to his feet and grabs him again*
Now, if this isn't some fucking game, what did you mean by "end up like that again"?