"Hey, that's good at least. Trust me, those clowns suck ass. I mean. I only ever knew of the one which...yeah. Okay. I don't want to think about there being more. But now I know they're just really, really sensitive so I guess I could take 'em with a good roasting session..."

He sips his drink and leans back, face impassive at the 'survivor' comment. He can still remember the sewer and the limp body of his best friend and love, laying on the floor. Left alone in the stinking dark forever.

"But I don't know how much stock I would put into my skills as a survivor, man. Cowards survive as good as heroes do. You have no idea which way I leaned."