[Thanks to the alcohol, Rhys's brain is feeling pretty fuzzy. He blinks, furrows his brow, trying to follow what Sid is saying. A path? Grudges? Hate?]

I don't...wanna walk a path. I just wanna learn how to fight. B'sides, what do you know about my grudges?

[Not that it matters. Any major issues Rhys had have been resolved. Vasquez is dead. Jack is dead. The AI is safely tucked away in his pocket. He's even made amends with Yvette, though he doesn't trust her nearly as much as he used to.

He does know one surefire way to get what he wants, though.]

Hey, I'll pay you~ Money's the universal language.