That was an interesting question. Who chose his destiny? He couldn't name a single person, it would be like trying to isolate one bit of water in a raging river. He scratched at his chin as he considered, and idly thought that he could also probably use a shave. Hm.
"It isn't so much someone choosing," he finally said. "It's more just- the Way. This is the Way it was. I was always Iron Fist, before the trials, before the dragon, before I even set foot in K'un Lun that was already laid out before me. Before my father... I mean. It's just the way things are." He looked at her sideways. "Which probably doesn't make sense. This uh - this is just... things."
He ducked through the door, and looked at the hallway questioningly. He looked back to her, but then began down the hall. He might as well go first.
"It would be like trying to decide if you were always going to be a hero or if something in particular made that path... open to you. If circumstances had to happen, or if... I don't know. Everything has its place, I guess. Even you and I here - that's part of it."