[He tilts his head slightly, like John just said something completely unintelligible.]

You should understand that better than anyone, John. Isn't that what fire's all about? Eat it up until there's nothing left. Once it's ash, then you let it go.

[Greed, lust, wrath and gluttony all tied up in a velvet bag.

His hand is closed into a fist. Then, like sand from his hand, he opens up and lets it go.]

We're the same, Johnny. You know me better than anyone. And you know we can't be contained, no matter how hard these walls are.