[ Jesse sniffs, leaning a bit to try and see Ned's face. ] You ain't the one responsible for turnin' all of us into other things, neither, yeah? You didn't turn me into a wolf. Didn't turn -- him into a demon.

[ It's so familiar to him. If Jesse took the blame for everybody else on top of the shit he's already done, the shit that he's gone through, he'd go crazy. And he knows it's got to be killing Ned. He doesn't want to be responsible for that. So he's going to make Ned see. ]

I don't blame you. Dunno why the fuck I even would. [ Deep breath. It's through incredible strength of will that he can talk this calmly. ] Don't take it all on you. S'gonna tear you into pieces, knock you on your ass. And trust me, hitting rock bottom's got a result of a fuckin' hell of a climb back up.

[ And because he's Jesse, he leans closer and kisses the side of Ned's head, personal space be damned. His voice gets a little rougher, a little less composed. He's so wrung out. ] You gotta blame someone, you blame the guy who actually did it. You blame the psychos running this place. Not you. You ain't cursed, piemaker, and y'can't get rid of me that easy.