[ Jerry smiled. He actually smiled. It was a creep, cold and cruel sort of smile, but he was amused. Far more than a man should be when struggling under the weight of things like breath and a pulse when he'd gone so long without. ]

I know you'll put them together. And I'll just have to do it again. What would it do to them to remember that? All of that pain. And they'd die knowing it was your fault. You don't really want that, do you?