If you think I'm handing you over to the government... heh, you really think I'd trust them? They don't even know why we're brought here.

[It's a morbid smile, looking up at the ceiling idly.]


But--

[He pats his hips, resting his hands there as he meanders his way back to the bed, slowly starting to climb back onto it.]

As someone who's probably screwed you up, I'll try not to make it worse.


I'll look into it.