He fought fire with gasoline. And while you are keen to hold onto his sincere regret, you have made no mention of the fact that he told me to apologize in the most public way possible, and I did. Because he told me to.

His guilty conscious drove him to contrition, but only after a parting shot. Only after he made sure that when I was myself again, I would "remember what guilt feels like."

[He's quoting directly. He's scoured that post since coming back to himself.]