[The words stumble at first, but even out to just slightly slower then rapid-fire. Because once it's all said, then he's going to start sobbing again and you won't be able to say a thing. Still not looking though, that would the the last nail in the metaphorical coffin.]

That's why I keep telling you not to rely on me so much. You need to understand that I don't want you follow me not because I don't want you there... It's because you have your own life and you need to find your own reason for living. Not using another as an excuse... I just wish you had figured that out on your own.