[Ogata groans, though it's unclear if it's in pain or at the words coming out of Alex's mouth. Possibly it's both.]

There's nothing decent about human beings. People dress it up all sorts of ways but when it comes down to it, if you don't have something people want, they're not going to even bother giving you the time of day. Whether it's a skill, money, connections, or just a warm body they can throw against the wall or into a trench...
[Another groan, and a heavy noise as Ogata leans back against the wall of his cell. He's rambling now, and he wouldn't normally lay all this out there so forthrightly, but his mind is starting to unravel and he's very tired.]

All this naivete is going to get you is an early grave, Alex.