"I get it," he says. "My best friend is fucking tortured for a year while I'm here dicking around in a cape, shit I get it." He watches her for a second, and then, with a dismal sigh, leans against the same wall, although not too close to her. "It's like everybody else you're supposed to be watching out on, either they are going through shit you can't do anything about when you should help them or they're out there actually making some difference or something and all you do is stop some jackass from getting their cell phone in a mugging. Bullshit."