O'Connor gave a sharp laugh, but the cracked ribs cut it short. He turned to Sammy with an amused smirk on his face, "You think there's hope for me? That's sweet, but you are so very, very wrong. You got out, good for you. I'm happy for you, really, but we are nothing alike. I am a criminal SINner with no skills other than violence. I don't have a place in the world outside of the Barrens." The amusement never left his voice. He wasn't bitter or angry about being a Barren rat, it's just what he was, simple as that. He made his way towards the Kong Mart next to the club. He prefered liquor as his go to painkiller, but mid-run he'd have to settle for actual painkillers. He huffed at Sammy, "Yeah, what I did wasn't the smart play and it accomplished nothing. I knew that going in and I don't regret it. There are three things I won't ever compromise on: pride, spite, and vengeance. This poser gang is a disgrace, and I won't bow to them or play their games. I'm starting to think the real gangs here ain't worth a damn either. How haven't the thrill gangs at least taken them on? You can bet, sure as drek, that if something like the A-kidz showed up in Seattle, the Halloweeners would've murdered them all on live broadcast."