[ Hickey has his own brightness to him. Not blinding like most of the people here, not the brightness of those too fortunate to have been dimmed at all. Just the brightness of a lamp in the gutter, lighting the path forward so you don't cut your feet on broken glass.

'You have nobody on your side', Hickey says and then 'I'll be on your side' in almost the same breath. Laughable. Inconsistent
Meaningless. He'll be dead come morning.

But Angelo can't say he hates this kind of determination. It's self-deluded but raw and strangely honest. ]

... I'll be looking forward to your show, Elias.

[ And he does. Maybe he'll have his pessimism proven wrong just yet. Maybe Elias will truly transcend from the pitiful existence that he is.

Angelo blows some cigarette smoke vaguely into Elias' direction, just because he can. ]

I'll be rooting for you, even. Your resourcefulness shouldn't go to waste here.