She wasn't jealous; she was angry. [ He doesn't even know why he knows this, exactly. Jefferson just speaks as the memories come to him. The point about Hollywood goes ignored, because Jefferson's not thinking about any of that now. He's just lost in the knowledge that's returning, piece by piece, connecting the shattered fragments of his identity. ]
She took me from my daughter and drove me mad... [ That's right. It's coming together now. Jefferson's fingers twist in his hair as it finally clicks: ] Regina.
[ The way he spits that name out, it's loaded with more venom than he's ever shown here in Wayward Pines. ]
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She took me from my daughter and drove me mad... [ That's right. It's coming together now. Jefferson's fingers twist in his hair as it finally clicks: ] Regina.
[ The way he spits that name out, it's loaded with more venom than he's ever shown here in Wayward Pines. ]