Look, kid. I don't know where you get all this flowery happy Disney bullshit you're spouting but that isn't how the world works. You don't make up with the person who left you to die. He decided the dorks he was hanging out with were more important than me. And I was stuck there, with him, day in and day out as he turned on me.

[Suddenly it was just them against everyone else. Suddenly it was everyone else against Mick. They weren't his friends. Except Jax. Jax was pure.]

This wasn't just a fight. This was a fight he ended when he left me for dead.