You're not in my head, what the fuck are you talking about!

[He's back on his feet, hands wild, because none of this makes sense, and Wash, for all his apologizing and truth-telling, is still Wash, to the point and cryptic and seriously messed up.]

I wouldn't dream about a place like this, and you can't get into anyone's head, and unless I'm in your head, then this place! Is just! Bullshit! And you're bullshit! Am I dead? I'm just literally dead, aren't I? I literally died for nothing because you had a stupid fucking vendetta that I didn't even want a part of! And now I'm in your stupid fucking purgatory hellscape dreamworld!