[It's coming to him that an awful lot of people he talks to here have mentioned trying to take shortcuts out of their own lives. And that many of them are wardens.

That...could be funny. If he were more twisted than he really is.

For a beat he glances at Dillon over his shoulder. Then he turns around so he's facing him, back to the railing with his elbows resting on it instead.]

Well. You were young, yes? No resources. Not much of a life to hold onto. Me, I had the opposite. Too much to lose to simply walk away. Backed into a corner of my own making. I clung, and grew more and more desperate.

In the end it was all gone anyway. Hence the running. But that didn't end so well, either. [A beat, and then, mildly ironic:] And now I'm here.