Y’know, maybe... [He stares into the journal’s camera lens, his gaze hardening.] Maybe when I was new here, I thought, yeah, I owe ‘em f’food an’ clothin’ an’ havin’ a place t’stay. Yeah, I’d die without it. But now… [He shakes his head, his jaw clenching with resentment before he finds the words.] No. No way. I ain't gonna feel bad 'bout takin' nothin' I need.