Yeah. I know we are one way or another. [His hands are in his pockets, and there's a small, funny little grin even as he keeps his eyes forward. Mrs. O'Leary's still following dutifully as well, as one does as an NPC dog.]

I'm just a little tired of dealing with corpses, I guess. [Well.] I might go lay down for a while? I don't know. I feel like that's like giving up. Now that we know who our target is we can't slow down.

[Another pause.] You ever feel like you've broken apart so much there's no point in holding pieces together all the time?