Seth is just going to sit here frowning at his shoes. He seems to be incapable of looking at Daniel at this very moment. Because what he's saying, or perhaps mostly the way he's saying it, kind of stings.

He really, badly wants to shoot up now. Both for the aching in his body, and to just be blissfully ignorant of everything for a little while. With that option ruled out, he wants to get up and walk away from this conversation, just put a little distance between them, but given the fact he's actually yet to get properly to his feet since they were carried down the river, he's not entirely sure he trusts his legs. And he really doesn't want to give Daniel any further proof it was a bad idea.

It takes him a moment for the meaning of the last sentence to sink in, and he looks up sharply. "What, you're saying your life's worth less than mine?"

It almost sounds like if Seth's offended by the implication. Even with the limited familiarity he has with Daniel, it's pretty obvious that's bullshit. As if Seth - selfish, closed-off, drug-addicted Seth who's built a career on exploiting people - could be worth more than someone like Daniel.