"Tris, if ah dun want ya' 'round, I ain't gonna be botherin' muhself wit' ya. I mean, ain't nobody got time fo' dat, righ'?" Neo said, while Tristram reached out his hand, asking for acceptance. Neo's usual trick of speaking in his native accent and vocabulary instead of his usual but adopted one worked as usual, he smugly said to himself. But, for him, it was alright and that was all there is for now. "But 'ere uh am, talkin' wit' sum kid who wants ta go punkshit on dis fuckin' city."<br/><br/>"Reachin' out yo' arm is fo' fags." Neo raised up his hand, his palm towards him. "Up 'ere, brotha'. Gimme five, we gon' 'Nam up in dis mo'fucka! We wuz o'p'ans 'n' shit. But none o' dat no mo'!"<br/><br/>Neo was fired up when he saw Tristram was listening and realized about why the Order bought themselves in the Academic City. He was not, as he believed earlier, as stupid as he thought, he said to himself. Perhaps Neo overestimated his own abilities just a tiny bit, as he realized that Tristram considered himself an amateur, a beginner, a young blood. Neo remembered when he landed on Ellis Island somewhere during the 1900s. He was around his twenties that time, a young man venturing on the so-called New World, an immigrant in the United States wanting his piece of the American Dream, even if he had no total inkling of what it meant back then.<br/><br/>Neo was like Tristram once, he said to himself. And now, he proudly saw himself as a guide to lead the young Japanese student towards his own interpretation not just of the American Dream, but also of his changed version of the Manifest Destiny, the one that he saw as inclusive of all of humanity. Neo saw that he was, definitively, an American, and obnoxiously but well-meaningly proud of it.<br/><br/>"M'kay, le's sta't wit' dis stupid shit." Neo said. "Ya' dragged me into yo' rat hole, now lemme bring ya' to da catburd seat o' mah crew in 'ere! C'mon, mahn!" He then began to quickly go out of Tristram's dormitory room, towards the grand hotel in their current District. He was planning to bring him to the penthouse of the hotel, where Rattus made his reservations and appropriated as a their main base of operations.