I sliced her across the side... Deep too but her blood was.. wrong. Weird. It was... [He picks up the edge of Jacob's jacket where there's some new jet black stains] Black. Kind of like oil. And she stabbed me in the shoulder with the knife that's in my back now.

And... I uh... [He makes a pained noise and rubs his head because it hurts to try and think through the fog of distorted memories.] tackled her down onto her back, I was going to slit her throat.

[Having no idea how death really works here he doesn't get why he might be healed now. He woke up in bed with a knife in him, and he doesn't remember anything after going to slit the throat of a blonde woman he's never even seen before. He assumes he killed her. But there's not a lethal amount of blood on him, from either of them.]

I don't remember anything after that. I woke up here, tried to roll over and ... knife.

[He abruptly straightens.]

I need to apologize to Stede too.. I .. I tried to fight him ... fucking fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me?

[He falls to his knees holding his face in his one good arm, trying to not move the other. Apparently he needs to walk around with a notebook so he can remember everyone he needs to apologize to.

Also from the way his breathing is starting to gasp and wheeze he's uh... yeah he's crying. Which would be a fantastic time for Jacob to show up and berate him but there's nothing. Which actually makes Pratt more upset because maybe he's not even hallucinating and that's just an excuse he's made up because he's a violent psychopath.]