What does it matter if I was myself or not? I tried to get rid of you. With my own hands. And at the time, it made perfect sense and I had not thought of remorse about it.

[Yes, the hands he brings up as he speaks is shaking too.]

Here I was proclaiming you were the one thing I needed above all else, and my mind gets a bit muddled and and all of my resolve gets wiped away? I could harm you with my own hands?