"... Lash 'time I wash high?" Long guessed.

"You should laugh more," Rosen replied, "Without being high."

"I ain't sup-osed 't laugh," he informed Rosen.

"Says who?" Rosen demanded.

Long slurred something in quick Chinese again. Something about bodyguards and being professional.

Rosen suddenly cupped Long's face in his hands, "Being professional has nothing to do with laughing. Everyone's gotta have some fun in their life or... what's the point of being alive?"

Long blinked, looking confused. "... N't ev'bery one ish so lucky," he replied. "Life isn't fair."

Rosen snorted, "I know it's not, but it looks like life has dealt you a run by having Wolfe capture you," he explained, "You're going to like it here, Long... I promise."

Long looked confused. "... But I couldn't run," he replied. "Tat's why I got cap'ured."

Rosen shrugged, "It was a stroke of luck on your part," he stated, "You'll be happier here."

Long still wasn't completely convinced. "I couldn't run," he repeated quieter, trying to convince himself of something.

Rosen blinked, "Oh, well yeah, you were so injured it wasn't really fair I suppose. Do you know what happened to you?"

"Burning," Long replied quietly after a moment.

"Huh? You didn't have burn marks," Rosen noted.

"T'er was fire," Long replied, seeming convinced. "And 't was burning... I couldn't put 't out."

Rosen seemed confused, "Fire where? On your body?"