He liked how she talked, mostly because he felt the same way, about good people not getting what they deserve, about good people getting things they didn't deserve. That was why he did everything that did, quietly tried his best to help other people and offer them kindness.

"Don't talk about that too much," he said to her. "The helping people thing. They don't like that. It's okay to think it but try not to say it too much. They like to punish everyone but the nicer you are the more they want to see you break."

He was still sniffing the air slightly, eyes darting all around as they walked.

"And I know where we are but those things are swarming all over. It'll be better if we take it slow." That was why they were moving slowly and cautiously. There was no need to rush when quiet and stealth was more conducive to their survival. They were attracted to movement.