[Woo, boy, Jesse looks sick right now. He's curled up in his bed with a blanket, kind of slumped over his pillow while he's browsing the network. The tablet's resting up against something, otherwise it'd be shaking along with the rest of him.]

Anger's the worst. Anger's how you make all the wrong choices. It's no good for anything, 'cause you can't see clear when you're mad about something. You make mistakes. Usually the kind you can't take back.