He blew smoke as she told him he was a complete mess. "Tell me something I don't know," he scoffed. When she asked him about the apartment he shrugged. "Well, after there was a murder near there, I decided to sell it. I didn't need it. After all..." He pointed behind him to the shack. "I don't deserve it." he raised his arms up like he was letting her behold where he was. "This is where I help fix the people who have lost their limbs, just like I did." He raised his scrap-metal arm. "They can't afford it, so I help them. I have to atone for myself somehow, don't I?"<br/><br/>He took another drag of his cigarette and continued. "I am doing just fine, as far as a guy like me deserves. And look at you," He said motioning his hands at her like he was showing off a model "Ms. 'bright and proper'. You finally made it into the ranks of the 'high and mighty' peace keepers... How's that working out for you?" he snorted the last sentence out. "You are where you belong, I am where I belong. I don't deserve anything more than that..."