“You're crazy," pronounced Becks."And you're carrying eight guns," I replied. "Now that we've covered what everybody knows, can we move on?”

“You know, addressing my crazy by name doesn’t exactly help me stay sane,” I said. “Nothing can help you stay sane at this point, Mason,” said Becks. “That ship has sailed.”

“At least you know that you're crazy. That means you have the potential to recover.”

“Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?”

“That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.”

“Nobody cares if you're an idiot, as long as you're a useful one.”

“Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?”