Conversation · Volition

Despair creeps into you, getting fat on your weakness. Whatever noble intentions you once had as a police officer -- it's eating them all up now.

There's something else in there. There has to be. But -- it's like reaching your hand into muddy water, fishing around, and coming up with nothing...

Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're shit out of luck fishing around right now. You're drowning.

You're still coming up with sentences. That's a step up from total annihilation, right?

"I wish I was fucking dead. Fuck you, fuck you."

He watches your meltdown stoically from behind the lenses of his glasses.

Nothing you can say would make you feel any better now...

"I've wasted my life protecting humans. They don't deserve it."

"I don't dispute that you have been charged with protecting the people of a particularly... challenging district. But poverty does not make one a loser -- poverty is just... poverty."

"I'm done. No one even likes cops."

"Yes, it can be difficult to be on the receiving end of so much distrust and outright hatred," he says with a sad half-smile.

"I'm seriously running out of shits to give, Kim. Fuck you."

"Fuck me? I understand this is by no means an easy investigation, but..."

"I've wasted my life protecting humans. They don't deserve it."

"That you are a loser, Cuno doesn't doubt, but why go around whining about it?"

"I'm seriously running out of shits to give, Cuno. I'm quitting."

"Cuno don't give a shit about your shits."

"I wish I was fucking dead. Fuck you, fuck you Cuno."

"Cuno knew the pig was a f****t."

"I'm done. No one even likes cops."

"Too late for that. So whatcha gonna do now? Skewer yourself?"

"I've wasted my life protecting humans. They don't deserve it."

Fuck Martinaise, fuck Revachol. And fuck me. I'm done.

I'm done. No one even likes cops.

I'm seriously running out of shits to give. To hell with all of this.