I hate you. I hate you so much I could kill you for having gone out and getting yourself shot to death like that. I told you NOT to smart your ass off and that's exactly what you did. You knew I would have gone and gotten you out of jail, and that being a smart-ass wasn't safe with the police on Kira's side like they are. But no. you never listened to me.
God I miss you. I miss your wise cracks about seeing what I'm hiding under all the leather, about wondering how I must taste like chocolate. I miss how you'd keep me up at night with all those god damn video games.
I hate you, Matt. I hate you for dying. I hate you for stirring me up. I hate you most for not staying alive long enough for me to admit it. I hate that you left me here by myself, and for letting my arrogance get in the way.
You could have stopped me. I know you could have. All you needed to do was degrade the plan, tell me how I didn't need to compete with Near, how I could do so much better. But not you, not my Matty that supported anything I came up with without so much as a question.
Matt, you could have saved yourself from me.