“You? You’re not my friend. Let me tell you something: I’m not here to make friends. And neither is everyone else. If you are, then maybe you shouldn’t. Four years from now, you will be there with me, inside the waiting room in the corporate of some big money multinational corporation, waiting for an interview that will decide our fates, and the person they hire will be me or you, but never both. So please, I’d rather not invest the time and effort and feelings to make this relationship work. Face it, at the end of the day, this is a war zone, and if I have to kill you so I can stay alive, then I will kill you.”