[Guzma narrows his eyes, ready to spit acid - excuse you? Why should he have pity for someone that would rather their own life over that of their comrades? Their family? Being an unwanted urchin doesn't mean you have to go it alone - there are always those that share the same or worse stories; those that have endured more.

And then, he realizes he's being a hypocrite. Isn't that what this weird elf girl is? She's an urchin just like him, and came from a place way worse than his - where bonds aren't as easily formed, and the ties of friendship and 'family' aren't exactly knotted tight... He sighs, rubbing his face.]

Listen, lady, I ain't 'bout to ignore the fact y'all got blood on your hands...but I ain't one to judge myself. This whole night is whack as heck, yo, and I'm gettin' real tired in both ways. [Sick of seeing shit he's not mean to, and physically exhausted. It's a strain on his whole being, having to see some of the things he did - experience the things he has.] M'wires may be sparking something fierce, yeah? Ain't no fault'a yours...I guess.