"We might be the same age, but that doesn't really mean shit." Eridan doesn't really care about what Dirk says, giving him a blank look out of the corner of his eyes as he starts knitting again.

"I don't doubt that whatever you've been up to where you come from is some weird shit, but where you came from doesn't matter. You gotta play by the Capitol's rules now." Unless you want to become a martyr, or get erased in some way. Eridan admittedly hasn't been able to find as much as he wants to, but he knows that the Capitol isn't above playing dirty, if the Games weren't enough of an indication.

"You don't, an' I don't know if you can prove anythin' to me anyways." Because he really doubts Dirk's abilities.