[Jimmy listens to Joker's story quietly, and by the end of it there are tears falling down his cheeks again, though he can't exactly tell what's causing them now.]

...I'm glad.

[A small smile flickers onto his expression for just a moment before he speaks again.]

I....I t-talked to somebody, the other day. ...I don't think they....k-knew, or meant anything by it...but they made the connection. Between...Hell and Miseryville. G-got me....worrying about it, again.

[He shifts slightly, turning his face a bit more into Joker's shoulder.]

B-but they...weren't the first. I just really started....thinking about it.

L-like I...it's not so much...living in Hell that scares me. It's...the thought that I....died....and ended up in Hell because...

[His breath catches slightly before he can continue.]

....because I did something really bad. ...I-I just can't remember. A-and I...it's....s-scary. I could've really....

[Jimmy falls quiet there finally, his words starting to blur together as he loses track of his point entirely.]