[Commitment, huh? Yeah, Will's committed to something: himself. Surviving at all costs because the universe doesn't want him to, and fuck that. Yeah, he knows the universe isn't a sentient thing with intentions, but what all the randomness of existence came down to was that he was meant to just be some nameless statistic, time and again. And quite frankly, he refuses.]

I'm... [He almost says 14, but no, that's not real, remember?] 32. [Will frowns.] 34 if you count this place. And what the hell is the rest of that supposed to mean? Perhaps you had a shitty life, but mine was going quite well, thanks. I'd much rather have continued than end up here.