Fine, but even if that's the case, actually, it's not like I can let you go running off to get eaten by a bear and be'a sound mind. [It's more about Dixon than it is about Bart, really. His alternative seems to be wandering around alone, stuck with his thoughts, meandering in a sort of disoriented, baffled haze through a bunch of broken statues. It's not a great place to be.

Smart-ass kid. Dixon gives the puffed chest an unimpressed look, gives Bart's annoyance at the rude remark an unsympathetic one.]

Look, kid. Kid. [Dixon says the word twice as if somehow it'll cement it as an agreed-upon fact between them.] No adult worth a shit would let you go running off in a situation like this. At least not until we figure out what the hell's going on. Alright? So all I'm going to say is that you need to stick close.