Now art thou what thou art

He waves his free hand lazily, as if to say either ‘do what you like’ or ‘I don’t care.’ It could be both, in all honesty. “Tch. ‘Twould not be the same.” There is a certain thrill he is seeking, the excitement of a good fight or doing something wildly dangerous in an attempt to make himself forget about events as they stand at home. However, he is well aware a majority of the people here will not indulge him in that. “Perhaps I might try thy alchemy next.”