[For a moment, Daan is quiet, thoughtful for as much as he can be in the state he is in. The water helps with some of the clarity, wearing down some of his edges.]

...If nothing else, I know the feeling of being some faceless god's plaything.

[He finishes his water, even if he wishes it had more bite.]

To your credit, I haven't been making it easy for you. I wanted to... I don't know. Fight, make you leave. Prove myself right in some fucked up way.

The logic of an intoxicated, messed up man. I'm sure you've had your fair share.