I have no intention of running off and abandoning you guys here, Li'l J. Even at the trial... What I am's twisted up to hell, but I really did want to help. Or to keep fighting, or however you want to put it.

[He turns aside and rubs the back of his neck.]

I'll just... uh, find a less boneheadedly suicidal way to do that, I guess. I mean, you know. I'll work on it. Does that work?