[ There's a reason for Fox's pacifism, and it wasn't innocence or ignorance. It was born of defiance, more than anything else: a fuck you to a world that so often and so easily took to violence.

Defiance against the world. Defiance against his own boiling emotions when all he wanted to do was punch someone in the face. Like now. ]

He can try it. [ Fox had never believed the world would give up its violence or its hatred. He had never expected to.

So defense had always been a large priority for him. First: never be noticed. Second: get away as quick as you could the second you were. Third: they couldn't hurt you, if they couldn't hit you.

At least for this, he knew what he was getting into going in. ]

I'm not going to fight him. [ Just getting that out of the way. ] But he - there's no difference between him and you, here. Alright? I don't care how fast he can fucking dissemble someone. If he's here, if he's one of us, that means he's just as deep in the shit as we are and I am not going to let him treat you as anything lesser. You understand?

Where did you last see him.