"I have no idea what that means, but it sounds like something you can write a paper on if you ever come to understand it better."

Tom will feel a couple of pats on his shoulder, as if from an invisible hand. Mantis is holding onto the seat for nothing short of dear life at this point. He definitely drank a little too much, too fast. "Everyone needs someone else. Even if it's someone you want to see die slowly, you need someone to help justify existing."

He laughs a little. "Tommy gave me a peek of that. I like him, but I don't think he likes anyone that could charitably be described as human. He likes cats, though. The most broken of men tend to find the greatest of solace in animals. Wolf, Sniper Wolf, she loved wolves and their kin more than her memory of Big Boss, and I know she idolized that bastard."