DEZ: ...
ENYEN: Look, kid, I'm just...
ENYEN: Can I let you in on a secret?
DEZ: ...
ENYEN: It's not hard to get a job like mine. To get into Management. When I got in I was still memorizing my times tables, at your age the bar might as well be diver-deep.
ENYEN: Maybe it's hard for you to appreciate, what with you living on a rock all your life, but this delver business? It's all crap. Chump change, mass produced globally and shipped out to a million other bitter adult burnouts who realized two years too late that they were outta options and outta time.
ENYEN: MGMT wants people, needs people. You can't imagine how desperate the higher ups are for people like us, people who already know the insides.
ENYEN: Believe me, I've worked side by side with some freaks.
ENYEN: They EARNED their freedom.
ENYEN: You wanna have your long leash? You wanna get your autonomy? You wanna be your own little island? Then swallow your pride and get in line.
ENYEN: Prove to me you can behave for five minutes, so I can prove to them you're worth taking a chance on, that you're more than another mistake to sweep under the rug.
ENYEN: I don't want to lose another kid to NAVY's incompetence.
ENYEN: So please, just... just work with me here, Dez.