[Belloq relaxes slightly as he sees patrol approaching. Jail may not be pleasurable, but it's a far cry better than dying. He dares to stand back up now, and speak back.]

I'm sorry, Niko, but I trust only myself. You say you would help me, and perhaps you even mean it, but I see only the Orions killing you and then me, or you leave on assignment and the Orions kill me. Vows to fight as brothers-in-arms mean shit when the people who make you promises die all around you.

[He thinks of the Great War, the dead comrades, and his own promise to himself not to rely on another, to make his own way in the world.]