Hm. No, I don't think it broke me at all. Manzant. I found my way out not two weeks ago.

But I've seen what I look like here, in this place, and I don't know what happened, but it shattered whoever that is. That is not me. [ He shrugs, almost absently, munching on some of the canned fruit. It tastes awful, and he makes a face, putting the can aside. ]