[Oh, for fuck's sake. Jesse sighs, pressing his fingers into his eyes, and then double-checks to make sure this is still thoroughly private. There are a few people left on board who know about Richie, but he'd like to keep it to a few. As if to make sure, he pitches his voice lower.]

Look, what makes you think I don't know what I'm talking about? I told you -- I've been here for two years, I was an inmate before I was a warden. I'm not just talking shit, here. I know. There've been... [He draws in a breath and lets it out, glancing away, eyes pained.] There was a guy, okay? And me-- doing what I did to him, it didn't change anything. I didn't feel better, the person I did it for didn't feel better, and whatever made him change in the end, it didn't happen for months, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't that. It was just... pointless.