"Everyone? He can do something to you, Jamie. What the fuck, he could do something to you, and that would be enough, okay?"

It wasn't that he didn't care about everyone else-- of course he did, but if Jamie got hurt, even if it was just in this fake world they were all going to wake up from, he was completely convinced that he would have a mental breakdown. They'd have to carry him away on a stretcher. They'd have to lock him up in the loony bin. He'd be totally fucked. They all would.

"I don't care if he's alone, I don't want to see that freak. You know why? Because if I do, I'm going to punch him in his evil fucking face, that's why."