No, no he isn't. [ Terry admits that with a deep sigh. Their problems started long before Johnny Lawrence. ] We failed. We lost. [ At what, specifically, he doesn't say. John Kreese would know it well enough, and John Gaius is probably better off not knowing that the cause of their first breakup was their failure to torture a teenager out of the local karate scene. ]

I loved you just the same, you know. You could never be a failure in my eyes. [ But, as much as he'd like to lay the blame entirely at John's feet and ask him to answer for it, their issues went deeper than that. ] But without some war to fight or business to run or mutual enemy to attack, all we were left with was...you know.

[ Each other. Their own company. Two men who on one hand loved each other deeply enough to fight and even die for each other, and on the other hand crumbled the second any sort of emotional honesty was expected of either of them. Once the rage and cocaine wore off and John had to deal with the consequences of their losses while Terry reverted back to the sniveling coward he was back in Vietnam and begged and pleaded him to stay, it was too much. ]