Yeah! Exactly! All those things! You still need money to fucking eat! Let me tell you, I thought my soul had finally escaped the prison of the flesh. Not just some profound metaphor anymore; literal salvation and actual paradise. But no.

[His arms have gestured here and there as he gets into this surprisingly irreverent description of serious philosophical concepts. Around this time Dio remembers how hard it is for outsiders to directly understand unless he starts from the beginning. He chills out and puts one hand into his coat pocket.] Noise are sort of drawn to groups of people in big open spaces. I've never seen one in, like, a shop, or especially not my own room. So, sure. Your room sounds great. We'll probably be safe there. [He presses the elevator button.]