Bane licked his lips.  "Thanks." He replied dryly.  "The trick is to partition your own views... look at the world, and bullshit yourself." He says.  "Say, this is good, this is bad, there's no gray, and there's no alternative if I want me and my friends to live." He nods; his tone isn't remotely sarcastic; he's telling it how he feels.  "That's what convinced me to jump roofs like that - so I wouldn't run into furs up the fire escape - or toss the bottles at the door to hold 'em."<br/><br/>"If you want to live on the streets, I mean, not live but survive, you have to be insane, but know when to quit.  Have to learn how to fight, have to learn how to use everything in sight to get what you want out of it." He laughs.  "But I'm glad everyone's out.  I just want some sleep now." He nods to her.  "I'm not really much of a killer - but they call me 'bane' because I asked for a simple name, not having one of my own." He reaches out his hand to shake hers, sounding sort of disappointed with it.  "You can call me halfbreed if you like, that's fine with me all the same."