"Ain't about helpless, chef. It's about what you become the more an' more an' more you fight for real. You trade something out, and it gets replaced, and that replacement is real hard to refund. That was their gift to you. Not having to make that trade again. Not needing to take the blade-poison into your hand and watch it turn from a tool of art into a tool of killing." She shrugs, an almost 'what can you do?' sort of gesture. "...Fillin' the shells here soon. Working on my own refund. That's how it goes."