No. Not like that. [He almost wishes -- it would be easier, in a way.] You didn't choose like I did. I mean, you did, but... I had mad chances to get out and I kept going back. I guess I kept thinking it couldn't be that bad, or it couldn't get much worse...

[He trails off, the message clear; it could. It did. He frowns down at his hands.]

And now I dunno. The art thing, I guess, when I'm done here. Building. There's not a lot else I even know how to do.