"Bear, come on, it's not on him what they did."

Barry didn't seem to happy, staring down Hart from where he was standing, his fists balled up as he resisted the urge to shove Hart off this balcony right now. "You used me." That's why he didn't tell him. He knew it, his word was dirt. No one was ever honest any more. "Give me my money, I want to go."

"Come on, Barry, stick around. I got food."

"Don't want to. Give me my money. Now."