"Yeah," he agrees. "It's just trying to work out who the good cops are and who the bad ones are is a hell of a thing."

And he doesn't want to sound like a complete asshole, but he's tired. Maybe that'll change with a little bit of time, but right now, he barely gets through his days. He wants to drink, he wants to sit alone in the dark apartment he's been given and not think about anything, about everything he's missing. It would be good for him to go back to work, but he's just so damn tired of dealing with conspiracies and shitty people who can't get their morals together, who do bad things to good kids without even a thought. He's not sure he has the energy to do all that again.

"Maybe for the time being I just wander around the city and see who I find trying to give people a hard time in alleys," he says with a small smile.