It's a mob playground, built on lies and murder. [ He wants it to be matter of fact, but he can't prevent all of the heat from creeping in. He's been too angry, and for too long. In many ways he's triumphed over it, but their situation is preventing him from really sitting with that fact. Nothing but more work to be done. ] Drugs, gangs, homelessness, corruption, violence, it's everywhere. Infested. Can't trust your neighbors, can't trust banks, police and politicians are just doing whatever the mob tells them to do. People— they—

[ He's scrambling, fighting to find some example without revisiting portions of his childhood that send him spiraling. He turns, hoping to catch her eye. ]

I've seen a man decapitated, too.