"People treat us differently," Levi walked up beside Erwin, kicking aside a crushed red can that lay in his path, "like you don't know how to find your own ass with both hands and a map just because we've never believed any of this was attainable."

He had to look up, way up, but never much minded doing so when he met Erwin's eyes in a leveling stare. The experiences here were not so far removed from when he had been just another misfit thug from the Underground whom people had already made up their minds about. Here, in anway case, Erwin would share in being a pariah.

"Sometimes they clean the beaches. So there is that."