Dylan returns the smile with a cocky grin of his own. "Once a kid gets his first taste of punk music, the rage against oppression just comes naturally." He drops the proud facade after a moment, though, and his smile becomes more earnest.

"I'm glad. It sounds like you had it rough before." He turns his gaze skyward. With all the light in the city, most of the stars aren't visible, but he locks onto a particularly bright one, fighting its way through the city's light pollution.

"For all the trouble this world can be sometimes, it's been pretty nice here."