Sister. Jesus. Suddenly he's unbelievably angry at wherever she's from. At all of it. Things he doesn't even know.

"Yeah, I know how it sounds," he says, turning away, starting to walk again. So much for feeling better. Even though he still does. A little. "I lost count a long time ago. It does get easier. You're in the shit, you got choices to make, you do what you have to do."

He looks back at her again, his smile a twisted knife-edged thing. "And then part of you starts to fucking enjoy it. Not so okay with that part."