He puts his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "'Course you can, not questioning that. It's a matter of principle, we have to have each other's backs, right?" He knows the feeling, he really does, kid lived on the street for years and people still treated him like he needed looking after. (He did, but still, it was insulting).

He barks a laugh, shaking his head. "Good question, can't say I really get much of the picture yet but things tried to kill him a lot. From what little I do have to go on."