[He's quiet a moment, still feeling irritable, but thinking.]

Maybe my ability to hope is just busted. I was already leaving the important stuff up to my friends when I left, because they were objectively more capable of doing shit than me. And then this place happened, and I feel like even if I do get out then nothing good is waiting for me. I want to help everyone else, and I want to put a stop to this place, but I'm not going to smile about it when there's all these sessions that have failed before us and I still might die for good in the "win" condition.