[Mac cocks his head puzzledly, as if it's a trick question.] They make y'feel better 'bout y'self... don' they? [He pauses, waiting for Anthony to agree - and hoping he would.] These lil' things, like paintin' stuff an' runnin' stores... they do got a lot a meanin'. Doin' them means... it means y'livin'. Y'know what I mean? [He struggles hard to find the worlds.] Y'livin', you ain't jus'... movin' an' breathin' but not thinkin' an' feelin' nothin'. It means you ain't wastin' away. Y'doin' something.

[He sucks in his lower lip, deep in thought.]

Yeah, so maybe m'training ain't gonna get me outta this place... But jus' 'cause it won' don' mean it ain't worth it. Is that whatchya gettin' at? That nothin' we do matters none if it means we's still stuck?
[His gaze lowers.] Trainin' here every day... it makes m'feel alive. It makes m'feel like... like I'm somebody. [After a long moment, he looks up.] ...Don' y'got somethin' like that?