Yeah, they, uh, they gotta point there. He's gotta get himself somewhere where he can't hurt people. Much less people he don't wanna hurt. He's done that a little too much already so far.

"Gonna have to go the slow way, I think," he says. Shortcuts are takin' him all the places he doesn't wanna be, right now. Thanks, Confusion. Thanks for that. You're a real pal. Singlehandedly facilitated the destruction of some of the only unquestionably positive friendships he had here, and even if that kinda thing was inevitable, it sure as shit rushed the deadline, and he's not overly appreciative of that.

He hopes the GPS is freakin' worth it.

"You watch your back, okay?" He can't really believe he's saying this, even less that he actually kinda means it. But things really do change, huh? "No telling what kinda crossfire you could get caught in."