[ No one gets pity from Berserker, it simply isn't the type of person he is. The petty behavior Trevor gets from him, though, is somewhat special -- he customizes that just for him. At least he's gotten enough of a sense of empathy (as minimal as it is) to not fling blood at him.

He watches from the corner of his eye as Trevor climbs higher in the tree. Hm...Interesting. That looks like a new trick he's learned. Odd that he wants to hold a conversation above ground, but it's probably to get further away from the bloody mess surrounding the dragon. ]

I also work as a bouncer for the Sly Seadog. [ He pauses in his work to wrap the chunks of meat in waxed cloth he brought with him. ] And I'm sure you could make money hunting monsters...the infected ones that cause trouble for anyone trying to rebuild in the Wilde, anyway.

[ Berserker looks up at him. ]

Or you could kill monsters and sell their organs to the black market. One might get you killed. The other will definitely get you killed.