"Oh, is that all?" he asks when Eridan is done, feeling as if that little explanation was a bit anticlimactic. "The way you phrased it earlier made it sound like you had some big, special reason for fighting." Dirk shakes his head, "But you're no different than me and the rest of the people brought here from wherever-the-fuckville. We're being made to fuckin' fight just like you were."