I fuckin' hope none of it was easy, I hope he hurt just as much as -- [ i ] -- we did. [ for a moment there's nothing but pure hatred in his voice, fueled by the alcohol. he hates his past-self, hates him for making it through, for getting to keep sam and be okay. ]

Either way, none of it matters here anyway, right? We're dead, they're not, and it ain't like we can just fuckin' hitch a ride with them back to their little paradise universe.