It got me in the forest -- He. It. It wasn't Murphy. ( he's sure of that, dead sure. he won't let anyone argue it, won't let anyone lay the blame for what happened on a set of shoulders that don't deserve it all.

he's not sure what else to say after that, where to start. but he sounds near hysterical when he lets a cry stumble from his mouth: ) I fucking burnt someone's house down, their farm. Hop. I-- I did that.

I carved a guy up. ( he feels sick, he feels sick, he feels sick. he lifts his hands up, shoving at the circle of Jim Hopper's arms. suddenly that hysteria is panic, is anger, is confused frustration because this isn't the first time Jim's seen him at a low, carrying scars someone else lead him toward. ) You shouldn't-- Why do you keep being here when I fall a-fucking-part?