Oh, everything here tastes the same. Pick your favorite, won't you?

[ Midnight doesn't think about these things in terms of what made sense, what was good, what was bad. If anything, he thinks about it in terms of what he survived. Because that's all that matters. You survive, you get to the next day, and the next day has a chance of being better, or worse, but at least it's there. Some people aren't as lucky.

Mostly, though, he doesn't think about it at all. ]

I could. Had a bit of a break, though. Started a new stage of my life. The money isn't nearly as good, but the library on the landship is quite nice.

[ He's spoken about his past with a bit of distance, but this part is quite warm. Cheerful, even. ]