When you save yourself, sometimes you gotta run. From yourself, from others. That's some complicated-ly drastic shit, ain't it.

[In a way, it wouldn't feel right to keep it from her. Even if it protects her, protects others. This is a part of her identity too. You can't run from that for long.]

My name's Badou, and we met cause you were bummed about people leaving this place...you wanted to drink enough to puke your guts out, and we talked about the finer course of shitty foods. We worked a case together.