"...I dunno," he admits after a pause. His voice is rough, weighted with barely-restrained emotion. He can't claim to have had no pleasant experiences, no people he's glad to have met. Yet everything seems in the shadow of a great, looming "but."

"There was a time I'd probably love this sort of thing. Like it was all I could've dreamed of." He gives a very long, very tired sigh. "I'm not sure when that changed."