[ wolfwood simply nods at their first question even if feels like a rhetorical question. they both knew who was wolfwood talking about originally and how he fit into this picture. he'll continue to say nothing as he listens to them, opting to stare into the water and watch the river lap against the edges of the walkway.

it's only when they ask him why wolfwood still cares does he really react. first with a laugh darkly as he digs through his blazer's pocket for a fresh cigarette. why did wolfwood care? why should he care? (he hates how he cares.) ]

Have you ever gotten to know someone whose beliefs are so detached from reality that they have to be insane? So messed up in the head that no matter what anyone says they'll stick to those crazy ideals—even if it'll kill them.

[ it's largely a rhetorical question but he is curious to know if they've ever met anyone like this in their life. ]

There's an idiot that believes in humanity despite seein' the ugliest parts of it and how rotten it can be. He believes that it's worth saving—that people are still good.

[ no matter how often wolfwood will try to tell him otherwise. try to force some sense into that head of his. no matter how many times he'll find himself in any combination of protecting, saving, or doing the ugly work for him just so that he can hold onto those ideals a little bit longer.

it's not until wolfwood lights up again and takes his first drag of his newest smoke does he finish. his body sagging as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. ]

We don't see things eye-to-eye on a lot of things but when he says that humanity's worth savin', I'm stupid enough to believe him.