I know the feeling well. In the City, that's all you can do until you rise to the top of the muck. Survive.

[Live. Live. Live. It rings like a bell inside of their worn-out bodies.]

...You'll keep not dying, as long as you stay out of danger and stop poking your nose into things.

[He's backed up now, but he's tipping his head, giving the man a little Look.]

Will you?