Of course you are. [He's starting to pace, unable to stay still or contained. Frustration leaks into his tone, washing away the confidence.]

If you weren't trying to kill me, I'd question how much you really cared about him. He's gone, and you can't see the sense in it, and you want someone to blame other than Rhys himself.

Beckett can tell you I'm not the sort of man who would have done this just for my own amusement. If I were, I would have taken him up on his request to lobotomize House. [Contrary to what the camp or might want to believe, that request has never been a secret.]

Observation and experimentation. I was watching him closely. There's no sign he was recovering, or ever would have recovered. I made a medically valid choice. You just can't see that, because you liked him. It's entirely all right to be upset with me, I understand.

The seizures, the mental confusion, movement abnormalities and slurred speech... He wasn't showing any signs of recovery, he was going to continue to deteriorate. [Stein... probably believes that. He wants to believe it, so he does. There was no chance that Rhys could have ever recovered.]

You don't want to listen. You're not going to listen even if I explained the situation in full. Don't drag this out by pretending that you're going to listen to me.

No. I'll talk, but I'm not going to sit still while I do it. It's like I told you before [that "you" is directed past Fiona, to the obviously exhausted vampire] there are some inconvenient lingering mental symptoms that I'm hoping are from exposure to those corpses, or perhaps some other investigations I've been doing. I don't have all the details, but hyperactivity appears to be part of it.

[A very small part of it, but it explains why he's still pacing, and talking far too quickly. The probably unsettling distractibility is another symptom.]

I know Beckett has some sort of purely physical symptoms, but he's refused to share information with me, so I can't work on a more coherent theory.