You glance around, watching, waiting. Look at the people, at their nice new clothes, their shoes without any holes, their skin with meat instead of bone. Look at them, watch them, ‘cause they're better then you are, boyo. They have chances, hope, all that jazz. That’s far more than what you got.

Cian had a hard life, and now that it is over, it seems he has been given a new one. Maybe it's a new beginning ... maybe it's a drawn out end.