I killed two innocent men.
They said I couldn't know.
There was something inside me that knew it. Something that knew I was going to do something horrible. That's why I didn't want anyone close, that's why I sent Sam away. My instinct knew...and I didn't listen.
I'm nothing like them, Michael, Sam, Jesse. They wouldn't kill any innocent.
They said they didn't blame me, but I'm sure they look at me and they sea a killer.
I feel horrible.
I can't forgive myself.
This is only the better part.
I was so stupid to release a full confession to the organization that burnt Michael.
Now they're blackmailing him because of me.
I can't let it happen.
I can't let that Michael pay consequences for what I've done.
He'd do it for me and nothing would stop him, but it's not only about us.
Sam, Jessie and Maddie...Working for the organization will put everyone around us in danger.
I can't let it happens.
I have been thinking of a solution for a week now and there's only one.
I must leave.
No, me. No, leverage. It's easy.
But it hurts like hell.
I finally understood why Michael left Dublin without a word.
I won't do the same.
One last note. Only one last note.
This is for the best.
I love you.