“What are you talking about? The respect you’ve gained in here, you gained it ‘cause of you. Not ‘cause of some gangster goon. People here see something in you. You make them feel human again. Maybe it’s ‘cause you walk around like this place can’t touch you. Like you’re immune to the ugliness in here. You’re dignified, Dubois.”
“I’m a dignified deviant, am I?” Dubois smirked a little but then his expression turned serious again. “And do you know why I feel immune to the ugliness in here?”
“‘Cause you’re leaving, and that gives you one thing we don’t have…hope.”
“No, it’s because I feel your presence with me at all times.” Dubois quickly stood and clutched the bars, turning his back to Joe, looking out. “You’re that ship, Joseph. I’ve forsaken my spirit to you. It doesn’t matter where y
