if he wants you to snuff it, all he has to do is puff it

"You expend such effort, regimenting them."

"And I suppose you have better ways to do what I have grown so accustomed to? You, who cannot even leave this theater?"

"There are..." Z gestures with ringed posture of porcelain-veined hand, "...other ways. Their deviance is only ever very fragile, after all."

"As dust in the wind."

"In the endless now, it is more than easy."

N mums his confusion, his pride's basis brittler than bricks. He is far too weak in the knees for all his walking, walking, walking.

"Easy," Z mercifully provides, "to smoke weed day, after day, after day."