"Yeah, but- no insurance here," he countered with a pointed look around the run down building. "...So, I still owe you." And give Billy just made a whole city out of his mind, he could probably make a bike that didn't need fuel. Something that ran off sunshine and rainbows, or...something cooler than that, hopefully.

"I uh...I'm scared about what could happen if they try something like that again. I don't want to hurt people again. And um..." It sounded an awful lot like Billy was ramping up to ask The Soldier to take him out. He reached into his bag and pulled out a strange looking collar. "...If something happens, and I go out of control...would you put this on me? It's a suppressor."