[This is the most interesting thing that’s happened to him in ages! Why would he give up? And there’s something missing in this tale, something he feels is critical, and it bothers him to no end.

Leans forward, brow furrowed and pipe eking smoke.]

Protect me? From what, the truth? There is nothing more compelling to me than that, Ms Sapione. I can take care of myself, as I have been.

[so says the young man living in disordered chaos]