In this present situation however with Rex talking about atonement it behooves me—and I do not, do NOT like to be behooved in this way—but it behooves me to probe the mood a little because in general anyway you do NOT want your criminal colleagues to be talking about atonement and also well because Rex did know we were coming here and could theoretically have alerted Hans Eiger to our arrival. I would not like to think that Rex was responsible for Volodya’s death but maybe he might could have intended me or Doc to die instead and of course when you are dealing with an old white guy—Hans Eiger—he will very often assume that the old white guy in a given group is the guy in charge and shoot him first even when perfectly clearly the boss is the younger and more attractive person in the middle.

No, not Doc, me. I am talking about me.

I do not think Rex sold us out.

But I have responsibilities. I am behooved and here we are.

Rex asks me if I think it is odd that he talks to his dead brother in the middle of a pigsty in the middle of the night with only a hyperviolent robot door for company. I say that I do not.

“No Rex that is—we have never really talked about Billy.”

“That’s fine sir.”

“I—I’m not real good at processing emotions and shit like that Rex.”

“No sir it is not masculine sir.”

“Uh-huh. No. Definitely it is the masculinity which prevents me from doing that you are right. But I guess…I liked Billy. He was my friend. I’m not going to say he was always easy to be around what with the depilation and the coke and so—”

“He was a tremendous asshole and would always hit on my girls when we were kids together but I loved him and I miss him now he is gone and sometimes on the one hand I just need to make sure he is okay with it that I—that I am here with you sir.”

“Because I was part of what happened.”

“O not that I just figure he would say REX YOU ASSHOLE YOU ARE RICH AS SHIT NOW GO TO VEGAS IN A LIMO.”

“That is true he would totally say that. He would think we were all assholes for not doing that all the time. Do you—do you want to go to Vegas in a limo? Or we could totally go to Monte Carlo it’s close and it’s pretty much the same.”

“It is?”

“Stuffier I guess. But still basically everyone is for sale and no one wakes up looking as pretty as they go to sleep.”