"It's uh, it's called New York but specifically I'm talking about religion. Most people are inclined to agree with you though, and don't really like us," Matt mused. There was no place for blind men or good Catholic boys in this arena. Funnily enough Rocket's paws were small enough that he could probably use the rigging plate as a knuckleduster.
"I'm going somewhere worse than this place when I die, so. I don't want to go yet, and I don't want to take you with me."