[ It's a fucked question. Seth isn't completely unaware of what blood is to Richie. A sandwich scrounged together from whatever he could lift from the market or a pit stop at the nearest burger joint wasn't going to cut it anymore. All the old go-to's Seth had learned when Ray hadn't bothered to stock the kitchen were useless now. Food had been a language between them, and now Seth can't keep up with the translation. It was fucked. For all the reasons Richie's thinking and then some. ]

It'll be easier to get the drop on someone when we're on the ground.

[ And there's already a murdered on the loose. That was useful. ]

If we play it right, they'll all keep on blaming each other and no one will look at us.

[ Us meaning them and their veiled cohorts. ]