"Can't you...make a difference now?" His brows furrow, there's genuine concern there, as his voice softens. "You can turn your life around, walk away from...all of this." Yeah, he hears that bitterness. He's familiar with it. He's seen it a lot back home, experienced it himself.

"...I don't think you could," there's an air of competitiveness here. You think you can break into his place, Jones? Psh. "There's no way that you could make it past the Library's defenses."