Don't Go: Runaways

"How do you sleep at night?"

"On top of a pile of rags on a park bench, if you must know."

"Have you no shame?"

"Ha. Shame is for those who care about other's opinions. Look at me, do I look like the type of guy who gives two shits about what anyone thinks of me?"

"But surely you must feel some sort of guilt for what you have done?"

"No. And I'll tell you why... it's because I did NOTHING. I just ran from it. This ignorance of not knowing what I left behind keeps my conscience clean."

"Wow. You are..."

"Just like you; naive. We're both just runaways. I bet you became a journalist just so you could interview people like me so that you can feel better about your own flaws and mistakes."

"How dare you..."

"Don't fucking deny it lady. Just like me, you're a runaway."

"I am not the one being interviewed here..."

"Exactly."

"Do you ever think you'll be ready to learn the truth about what you left behind?"

"You're very objective lady, I'll give you that."

"Well...?"

"No, I'll never be ready. To be ready is to accept whatever fate. To be unprepared is to face whatever fate."

"You are a man of many riddles, Sir."

"Ha. I am not a villain, I am a passenger of life."

"Alright, I think I have all I need."

"This report... what is it for anyway?"

"School."

"I'm sorry?"

"Sex education class to be specific."

"Apologies love, you look older..."

"Yeah well..."

"But what does a bum on a bench have to do with sex?"

"A good advert for condoms, I suppose."

"You mean...?"

"Yes."

"I..."

"Goodbye Sir."

"Wait, hold on. Don't Go."

"I'm afraid I must, for I am quite literally just like you. I am a runaway."

"No, Don't..."

"And what do runaways do best?"

"Go."