I wonder. Why do I do this? I have risked my life, bailed out of so many situations. They are in debt to me. They sit there and expect me to find something in these woods and turn it into a meal, they want me to keep up our life. We've been wandering, pointlessly, for so long. We're not getting anywhere. No new ideas. I just slave away for them, every day, becoming a criminal myself. Now there is no way out wherever I go.
But then I see their faces. I remember. I do it for them. And I hope that one day, someday, I can do something truly extraordinary for the world.
And this is the only way to do it.