[ Snip, snip. He accidentally chops a flower off the bush he's trimming and he doesn't even care.
That's the typical "screw fate" answer he'd appreciate if this were some ancient movie he was analyzing, but it feels different in reality. Considering he's already done, and will continue to do, some fucked-up shit, how can he really guarantee that he won't be an awful person when he's thirty-something?
Assuming he lives to be thirty-something, anyway. ]