[ What he was promised. Right.. That pretty much went out the window when Flagg disappeared. Just when Lloyd was satisfied that he was safe and had been forgiven, that things had started looking up? Fucking nothing. Knocked back down to his knees. It's such a frustrating cycle that he's not sure that it won't happen again.

Being important and not being society's fucking garbage is turning out real nice. ]

It's about the only thing I'm good at, been doin' it since I was ten. Better now than I was, but it ain't different.

[ The only difference is he hasn't wound up in jail yet. Lloyd scoffs, brow knit in dismay. ]

Yeah, real fucking good job I did lookin' after Jules. [ That frown deepens. ] What-- uh. What if I don't have a thing? What if I ran out the one thing I was good for?