"Takin' old con men for their money and everything," he said, smile breaking a little wider before he shrugged and glanced at the fog. Wasn't that an allowance? To be let through sometimes without being killed?

"He's gonna be one of the few, I suppose. But I'm glad to hear it. Last thing we need is more fragile minds here. Dangerous place, to put people and then poke them. I keep tryin' to tell myself it's not going to end with all of us goin' to war with one another."

If he could avoid such dark thoughts, he would, but he'd seen the worst of man. Man wasn't kind. Man wasn't inherently good under stress. And they didn't need traditional weapons to go to that war.