That's the worrying part.

[ His arms move, raising and lowering with a shrug, as he runs a hand through his hair: ]

You don't keep something around you obviously don't like without some reason. What do we have that they might want? Aside from a leg [ He points downwards, to the prosthetic leg. ] I don't got anything, what about you?

[ That's not true-- there's those strange shards, maybe, but he's not sure on that front either. For all he knows even they have it. ]