[The uncertainty - he feels, warped and distorted when he hears what Ironhide said. His teacher said he would do something so... How could he say that?]

How would they know! How! I never went back. I never got to go back. Tell me how they would know what happened here.

[Being angry is something of a cushion against all that hurt. Again, his voice is little more than a growl.]

There... is no one else in this damned pit of a town.