You get big answers, very early, and all it does is makes their lives infinitely more complex, worse and shorter. Fontaine is expected to deal drugs and die. He’s a cog of meat in a machine that’s designed to break everyone down and rebuild them over and over again. Slick Charles and Yo-Yo are the same. Extras who think they’re protagonists, living support structures for a system that hates them as much as it relies on them.