[ Ephemera snorts. Yeah. That's going around. Everyone trying to be reasonable and him left scrambling in the aftermath. He resents it sometimes, the fact that everything is so fucking complicated when he had the chance to end it violently.

But that wouldn't have been a real end, would it?

He rubs his thumb along the shot glass. Focuses on the texture. ]

Good luck with that. This place is a trip.

[ In more ways than one. ]

The people are all right, though. Most of them.