translates: oh what appalling things he was compelled to do in order for a chance to become good again... hmmm to be bad to be good -- the price of turning back, even.
TONY: oh the price of goodness
translates: oh what appalling things he was subjected to in his goodness -- his quest for "righteousness"... what constant fear he lived through, and what depressing end he met.
TONY: "...but i'm a cop (what)..."
ANDY: "...who knows..."
to be without identity... the thought itself is terrifying......
what makes me, me?
family, friends, people -- people who know me -- my feeder busdriver who somewhat recognises me as some familiar-faced school-going kid, the school canteen aunties who more or less remember me for the food i like to buy from them, the neighbours i meet in the lift yet don't know well enough to greet and smile to......