"To law school. And it's just not who I am, anymore. I mean, I had this plan, y'know. To go to law school, to get married and have the picket fence life. But after all that's happened, after all I've done..." He shook his head and put his hands up. "My brain isn't wired for that kind of life anymore. I guess it was my act of rebellion. Our lives were so far from normal that my teenage rebel phase was to be as normal as humanly possible." He sighed and finished up the cookie.
"I'll probably take another road altogether, now. I know I'm not going to go that route, but I sure as hell don't want to be doing what I've been doing recently, either. I had a feeling that it'd be the end of me. It's the end of everyone in the life, eventually. We're all dead, it just varies, how long it takes for our fates to catch up to us." Sam blinked when he caught himself again, and then rolled his eyes. "God, I'm such a killjoy, I'm really sorry about that, Mary," he huffed a sheepish chuckle.