You're from a nicer world than I am, then. It gets easier to watch after the fourth or fifth time, to be honest. You pretty much get a choice where I'm from: Live or die. A lot of times, if you choose to live, someone else has to die. Winning means someone loses, etcetera etcetera.

[She shifts uncomfortably. The memory isn't her favorite. She tells herself the screams don't bother her. Tells herself that, even knowing what Tsui did after that, knowing what those things really were and what they did to her friends...that the night on the docks was just another night. Just another night of lives wasted in the pursuit of staying alive.]

[Gobbet is starting to wonder how many lives are worth wasting to keep herself going. No answer will change her mind, she tells herself every time she asks, but this isn't the last time the question will cross her mind.]

But my world isn't all death and doom. The simple pleasures kind of make up for the worst of it, over time. For example, I had pet rats and instant noodles were pretty dope. You ever have a pet?

[It's a blatant attempt to change the subject, but she suspects Guzma might appreciate it.]