"The point is-" he has stop for a minute to shake his drink before the ice melts too much. Which is good because it also lets him think. "The point is, darling, that it's better than the alternative."

He strains his drink into a glass, and garnishes it with a little paper umbrella just because.

"I don't know how I would've answered before this place. Some rubbish about finding happiness in the little things to outweigh all the difficulty, or something about my boyfriend, some trash parroted back word for word from what the blighters in my court espouse without bothering to think about it for myself. I don't know. Maybe I would have taken the question and decided that you know what it's not worth continuing. But here? Here there's no other option." He laughs a little manically, and even though he's only just poured it, his drink's already half gone. "Have you died yet? Trust me it's not fun. There's a- a nothingness that eats away at you over time. It's worse than any pain or confusion that simple life can bring. Worse than anything imaginable really."