"Some of us don't have a fucking choice though."He gestured vaguely, glancing away. Sure, he hadn't know at the time that he'd turn into this...hollow, fiend of a thing he was now. Hadn't asked for it in the slightest. Not that there was much he could do about it now, anyway.
"Yeah? Well, you'll get a future before I will, man."He was joking now, though the laughter in his tone didn't match his gaze. Fingers tracing the plastic of the puck absently. As if thinking it about the whole thing entirely.