Pree had never been a thief in the way Dieter had been a thief. Sure, he had stolen here and there, both to get by and because he could get away with it. But he'd never had a passion for it. He understood the need to belong, though. It had cost him, in the past, and it seemed to have cost Dieter, too. Especially last night.
"Have you considered," Pree asked, "picking up a hobby? There's an arcade in the building. An entire library full of books... No?" He rubbed that spot between Dieter's shoulder blades, smile halfway indulgent. "No harm in wanting to have a crew, honey. We're all lonely here. Or, well, I am. Frequently. That's why I fritter away my days in here.
"But this seems like a dangerous way to go about alleviating that. Someone died." Burned alive, from the looks of it. Pree blinked away the too-vivid memory.