"You ain't got much of a choice. When the Null show up again, they won't give half a shit if you don't want to fight these asshole's battles, they're gonna try to kill your ass. Hate to break it to you, but even if you can fight a good fight, there's a hell of a lot more of them than there are of you."

That's the ship they're all on, right now. It sucks, but enemy of my enemy and all that shit.

"And I fuckin' get it, I don't like the gods any more than you do. They're fuckin' assholes and they dragged all of us into their blood feud or whatever the fuck this is without givin' us a choice. You wanna make it out of this bullshit in one piece? Gotta work with all of us, fuckin' like it or not. We die and there ain't anybody standin' between you and the robot horde."

Gren's been in this shithole of a city for too long to think that he can tough all of this bullshit out on his own. Been there, done that, cooperation is way easier. And if he's managed to not drop glamour, eat a few annoying people, and fuck off into the sunset by now, anybody can do it.

"Enlightened goddamn self-interest. Try it sometime."