[Wolfwood goes stonily silent, having moved to sit on the floor instead of continuing to squat. Yeah, that. Sure sounds like textbook abuse, doesn't it. His gaze narrows, but he manages to hide that much behind his dark sunglasses, looking off to the side.]

Beauty? [He laughs, harshly.] That ain't love. ...even someone like me knows that.

[Someone like him, who isn't sure he's ever known love.]

Listen, kid. Don't listen to that voice, even if it tells you it loves you. Even if it feels like you don't have anyone left. It'll hurt you in the long run if you do...believe me.

You're better off being the only one you can rely on, if it comes to that.