[Dillon makes a bit of a face, because - this is hard question, even before he gets into the question of who Bill lets Dillon believe he is, and who else he might really be. Dillon doesn't totally know what it means to have - or be - a friend, or whether they have to go together. He didn't have any, really, until he came here. There was Maddie in the interregnum, as it were, but god knows how that turned out.

Abigail. Tiffany. Steve. Scott. Alec. Gene and Jean. He can't rely on Bill, but he can't rely on Steve, either. Is he still Steve's friend?

Was he Lourdes?

Not that philosophy is the point of the question. Lourdes, though.]

Yes, Bill, I'm your friend. So yeah, there's - things I owe to you that I don't owe to him, or to lots of inmates that I just ignore. That's true.

[Whether or not Bill is his, which is a separate question, probably, from whether Bill would say so.]

But friends don't enable friends' bad patterns. And if he's as dangerous as you say he is, then I'm one of the wardens who shouldn't ignore him, and I think it's part of my job here not to make inmates worse.

And. Which is maybe the real point, I'm not ashamed of being your friend. I don't care what he thinks about that, or what threats he'd try to make. I refuse to act like I am.