[ Myriad draws his mouth into a thin, solemn line, sympathetic and concerned. He's silent for a long moment, as though arguing whether or not to press, keep probing for answers, but eventually he shakes his head, resigned. He did, after all, say he would not ask about Charlie's circumstances.

His gaze falls to the floor briefly. ]

For what it's worth -- and it may be worth very little, coming from a complete stranger and career criminal -- I think it's quite brave of you to strike out on your own. Even more so, since fortune seems determined to make it difficult for you.