"Heh." It's an amused sound yes, but one born of a shared experience, of pasts so similar as to be scary. He's not sentimental enough to call it bonding, not by a long shot. But there is something shared here, and a small part of his brain wonders how or if it will even exist outside this strange dream world.

"Rescues don't happen for thieves or criminals." A harsh truth, but an honest one at least where their experiences are concerned. There's a smirk though, one that reflects the hardness in the thief's eyes. Perhaps it's at odds with the innocence of a child curled against his shoulder, but though that very same child cries softly now, it is the last time in his life that he cries. "Vengeance was the only comfort in losing everything. And I revel in it."