"Big, old nuclear fuck up, huh?" I reply, arching a brow at him. I feel like we're having an actual pissing contest over whose world is more damaged and, to use his phrase,'fucked up.' That, in and of itself, is incredibly fucked up and I find I don't care. It's refreshing, to be this honest, and to find what pleasure I can in discussing the messed up things Chicago has done. "That's like, vintage nowadays, isn't it?"

I watch him shove the script into his bag and I find myself thinking that for all of his brusque talk, I actually like him. Maybe it's the Candor in me, appreciating his honesty.

"All you had to do in Chicago was not fit into any of the five factions," I reply with a shrug. "And then you were hunted down simply for being who you are. And then, the government outside watching the city never intervenes. Even when one group of people decides to overrule the rest." Sometimes, I think that is what I hate the most about the Bureau; the way they were content to watch us tear ourselves apart, so long as it didn't affect any of them.