The only thing I've got is right here, right now. If -- when -- I go back home, I'm as good as dead. A couple hours. Maybe a day. That's all I got left.

[He sighs.]

So I know, I know, you can move forward, but for me, it's just movin' forward while I'm stuck in the City. 'cause once I get back home, there's nothin' left for me. I know good exists, 'cause I've seen it in other people, 'n I have real friends here, but...

People here don't know half the shit I've seen. 'n that's not their fault. They don't know it 'cause I haven't told them about it. 'cause I don't want any of you to know what I've done. But if you knew the truth, you wouldn't want to help, either.