"I mean, when I was fifteen I was homeless, hiding from the cops, and pulling a total Robin Hood with the wealthy assholes of Boston but the only 'needy' I was giving to was myself. My mom had just been murdered, my home blown up... and then in Valhalla it's, like, you're there forever and things get pretty same-y, but you're largely responsible for yourself. Or, like, the fate of the entire worlds." He shrugs modestly. "Now I'm in a place where there are, like, actual adult-shaped adults--" here, he gives Sagramore a crooked grin "--and I'm not dying all the time and I have a lot less, like, responsibility for preventing the apocalypse, so I guess I have a chance to, like, be a kid again. Or whatever. Even though I'm twenty-five."