[He lowers his hands and finally lets her know... It's all just tumbling out.]

I'm a big jerk! When I met you, all I thought about was how much money I could make from knowing you! And I was right... I've been selling your scales, and all you've been getting in return is just regular old junk, okay? Not special items. Not treasures. Junk.

I think it's even worse because you became my friend, and I just kept doing it! And you... You're hurting because of it! And now... Now I like you, Webby. I like you a lot - and you're probably not even going to know what that means - but it doesn't matter, because you're not going to want to see me again!

And you shouldn't want to see me again. Because I want to be better... But what if I can't?