Riddick looked at the boy in silence for a moment. He did have a point, but... "Because I told him to." He realized after saying it that the words sounded almost childish now; the concept hadn't last night. "I guess he didn't know who he was fucking with." Riddick may have been injured and fairly out of it at the time, but anybody stupid enough to blow him off was asking to meet with the wrong end of his blade. It certainly hadn't been the first time, and no doubt wasn't the last.

And he didn't really want to tackle the thought of why he himself had been so ready to help the kid, or try telling others to copy him. That was one of the things he didn't understand about himself. This conversation was becoming... difficult. He half-heartedly stirred a spoon in the soup that was getting cold. If he'd had any appetite at all, it was gone now.