"Ain't from around here, no. If I were, maybe I'd already have figured out whatever I wanted to do to cope with all the shit that runs free around here, but," Sawyer takes a deep breath and sighs heavily, shaking his head. He doesn't feel dejected most of the time while in the city. If nothing else, that streak of self-preservation inside of him keeps him active and alert when shit goes down.

It's only when he looks retrospectively that everything feels half as daunting as it does.

"I'm originally from the United States, like most folks from outta town. Spent some time on a tropical island. Then I wound up here. More leapfrogging than I would have preferred."