He has to agree that it does feel that way after a while. Deliberate, the universe exacting some sort of retribution. Whatever it is, he doesn't want any part in it. It took a while to shift his thinking, but how could he let what might happen get in the way of him living his life? Nodding, he reaches out to touch Coil's arm, telegraphing his movements so if Coil didn't want him to, he had time to move.

Carl offers him a rueful smile and pulls his hand away so he can sign.

'I don't have anywhere else to go. This is my home, now.'