"You're gonna get out," he says impatiently. "You do always get out, you always did, so just..."

He sighs, letting it sit. This is not the time for this conversation, if there ever is a time.

"What, so you can shit all over it?" He leans around a corner, cutting halfway through it. "Get out, keep you alive. That's pretty much it. And I can do it, okay, for once I can actually do something, so I'm gonna do it."

He pulls back to look at Tim, almost challenging him to argue.