The future's my concern when it affects my present. Your future times are presently shoving themselves into my present. [House spreads his hands, tone still a distinctive sneer.] Whether it's conscious or unconscious, you still blame me for something I haven't even done, yet. And surprise, if by some insane chance we go back with our memories intact, we're not going to the same universe. Everything here? There's a split. Divergent timelines, divergent universes. I will never be the guy who gets her killed for you.

Now I know it happens, I'll avoid it. Because believe it or not, I don't actually like watching you suffer when it's not funny. [House digs in his pocket for his bottle of Vicodin and pops a pill, dry swallowing it. Of course, by this logic, Amber is going back to another universe that's going to be split. If he's lucky, he'll get maybe three or four months with her here.]