[Rumlow decided that higher ground would suit them better than roaming the streets like a couple of strays. It was clear that the slimy ooze was in the sewer system, which meant to him that all pipes were probably unsafe to have much to do with. It was too fast to break free of once caught by what he had seen, so the object was to stay away completely.]

If it doesn't work and I still die, I won't give a shit. Dead and all.

[His profession was dangerous enough without worrying constantly about one's own mortality. He was alive or he wasn't, and that was as far as he thought it through.

Of course, they were discussing burning people alive, which normally wasn't a topic for casual conversation. He glanced back at her as he took them to an metal emergency ladder to take them up one side of a three-story building.]

Sons drowned your parents? I suppose it's all about the panic rather than the pain with that.