[Nothing at home matters here. After a while, no one remembers what you did there or better yet, there's nobody to know what you did to begin with. For all the City's faults, it is a fresh start for so many people.

Angela reaches out and wraps her fingers around his wrist, holding on firmly, not wanting to let go. Unlike all the other dead people she's ever touched, he still feels full of life, warmth, and potential.]

Yes, still alive. Still warm. Still having a pulse. Still able to show people you're not a fuck up like you think you are.