Fynn gives Togusa another sympathetic glance. "Imagine if they did tell us. Just how many not us would try to run? Think about it. Not everyone is built for this kind of stuff." He states as he gazes upon the city before them. From here everything looks so normal, so mundane. However, that couldn't be any further from the truth.

"It's kind of hard to give a damn about the 'why's' when they're running people's lives." He whispers more to himself than tho Togusa. "I don't even know what Barnes is suppose to do anymore. He's too young to be some damn cripple. The boy isn't even eighteen and now he loses his arm?"

He pauses once he hears that last bit. "What did you...tell him?"