"The world just sucks, I dunno." Was all Bill could tell Hartley as he leaned back onto his shoulders, eyes still on the stars. "It ain't just Christians, people are ... I mean, they're just dicks. I ain't got no poetic ways of saying it but people suck." Bill had been screwed over by everyone in his life up until now so his faith in humanity didn't exist. At least here, he knew where he stood. "The world is run by people and most people don't care. The world is like... like a video game, right? And you're the main character in your head. So like, yeah, of course you care about yourself more."

Bill sniffed and raised one hand, ruffling his hair.

"I think it's more fun when you like, you know, play with others. Cause then it ain't so boring but like, you know, not everyone wants that." Bill looked at Hartley and looked him up and down for a second before looking back at the stars. "Can you hear me all normal like or is it like... static or something?"