Because my life should have ended back home. But it didn't. You don't know what it's like to decide how things are going to end and to end them that way -- only to have it ripped away from you. I died satisfied that I had done my damned best to tie up all the loose ends and finally manage to find a way to get the money to my family. And then I came here -- and everything I did became a mockery. None of it mattered.

[ Walt releases Jesse, narrowing his eyes. ]

I was at peace. And then I got dragged straight back to hell. But I still had the cancer. I could still die. If I got to say goodbye to you and Hank properly, it wouldn't have been a waste. You took that away from me. You stole my only reprieve. And for what?

Jesus, Jesse. Look at us. What was the point of taking it away? You don't even believe me when I tell you I came here because I view you as a partner. You think I had some hidden motive when really I was just afraid -- for myself and for you. I came here because I don't want you to be dragged into this by him, and I wanted us to put our heads together and come up with a plan to stop him.

[ Walt shakes his head slowly. ]

You told me something last night that I know you wouldn't have told me if I hadn't done what I did. You told me you cured me because you hoped I would be happy, and that I would want to stay here. With you. And continue to be happy.

[ A beat. ]

If dying isn't an option here, then there's nothing else I want more than to move forward and live a happy life with you in it. You mean everything to me, Jesse. I know you feel as though I violated your trust, but I promise it will never happen again. You're not some guy I order around who does my bidding because he owes it to me. No. You're family. You're someone that I love -- and if you can't believe in that, then there's nothing else I can say.