You're right. It should have been you.
Oh, stop, Oliver. I was just kidding.
I know. I'm sorry. But you should have seen the look on your face. Now that was funny.
Me? You think this is my doing? Hate to tell you, buddy, but that's not how it works. You think I want to spend the rest of my afterlife hanging out with you in this wreck? I could be on Mt. Olympus with the rest of the gods but instead I'm down here with you watching the endless re-run of my death every night.
I lived it, Oliver. I know every second, every word of it by heart. I can still feel all of it and, the thing is, all I feel is love. The fear was gone the instant you told me I'd gotten Laurel out. The loneliness was gone the instant I saw your face.
You've got all this guilt in you over me and, for once in your life Oliver, you have to realize that not everything is about you. My dying wasn't about you. I made my choice because I love Laurel. I would do it again.
It's funny how you're the one keeping me tied here. For crying out loud, would you stop with the puppy eyes? I don't mind. The last thing I want is for her to become a ghost because she couldn't let me go. I don't want to be a ghost either, Oliver.
If you were ever my friend, please let me go.
Please let me go.
Please let m—
