[Grift was an interesting guy to watch. Chapel wouldn't call himself an expert or anything, but he thought he knew a little about people, and you could learn a few things about them just from watching how they move and act—even if you never hear what they actually say. Something about Gift's casual attitude, at odds with the look in his eyes made him wonder.

But Grift's story was his own to tell.]

Maybe people like Juliet and Fred like confusing people—that's what means something to them.

I'd kind of admire that. It must be nice to lead such a simple life, even here.

[He picked up the bear by one of its fuzzy little arms. It was more suited for a child, but there weren't many kids here, and wasn't that wrong and right at the same time. He wouldn't have predicted that it would appeal to Grift, but his roommate had a lot of surprises in him.]

Guns are just a tool. What really matters is the person wielding one. Bullets can do a lot, but they can't save the world. Or destroy it.

Nice bear.