“Don’t talk to me about giving up,” she hisses. “Homeless, because you couldn’t hack it with life? Probably some cliché, like maybe you couldn’t solve a case. And since you were always the one dealing out the blows to everyone else, never taking them yourself, you tucked your tail and ran. All the while, I was here and you, the police, should have been looking for me, but instead, you were doing dope on the streets! You wanna talk about survival? I’m a survivor. You’re a quitter.”
