...and that hurts even more, now. Carter missed his old self...Eliot remembers the vague inclanation of doing so, back then when he worked for Moreau, the sense of loss of who he used to be. He'd never want that for Carter, and now...

And then--

I missed you a lot, too. Whoever you were back then.

The bottle's empty and he's blindly reaching for another one, not even caring what it was--hopefully it wasn't soap or drain cleaner or anything. Right now he probably couldn't taste the difference.

"...I wass'nt...myself back then. I mean, maybe a little, but...I was horrible? Like...really, really horrible."