He loves you. He LOVES you. He doesn’t want you to be beating yourself up like this. And I know that you don’t want him to be hurting anymore, either, even if he acts like he isn’t.
I said those things to you even though they weren’t true - and I knew that. I was angry and I thought...I thought I could take it out on you. Everything that’s happened - none of it was your fault.
He'd gotten a brother who found ways to make Oswald feel better on his bad days, even if only for a little while, and would stay by the rabbit’s side even when he couldn’t; who remembered him, always, even when Oswald believed he was forgettable.
Understand what?! Understand that you were betrayed by someone you thought you could trust, who took away everything you loved?! You really think I can't paint a picture to a story, Oswald?!
I tried to make the best of it, but all the time I'm wondering why... why you got all the success I deserved. Still, I made this a place for us all to enjoy.
No matter how much he apologized, or tried to set things right, or supported Mickey in the future, he couldn’t take those words back. The fact that he had even said them at all meant that a part of him, somewhere, believed them.