[He set his tumbler down on the table again and considered the question, losing himself briefly in memory as he remained pensive.]

We tried to kill each other. He won. I lost. [That was that, despite how it was so much more complicated the last time.] From what I understand, Shimmer flooded the streets, people became addicts but the compound became more refined over time. He'll keep things downwind as much as possible, secretive, likely underground.