When It Rains It Pours
Hm. It's Keaton again. He doesn't look so good. His hair is a mess, his clothes disheveled, and it looks like he hasn't shaved in a good while. He slumps into a Nexus chair, leaning with his arms over his knees, his hands tightly clasped. He stares at the floor. And says nothing. For quite a while.
Finally he looks up, and one might note the dark circles beneath his eyes. "So..." He starts. He gives a very bitter, defeated smile. "What do you do when you're pretty sure you have no reason left to live at this point? You've been given a second chance at life... and you've blown it. And most likely lost someone very important in the process." He pauses. "Maybe there never was a second chance." He says quietly. Safe to say he hasn't found his way out of the Nexus. He also happens to have enough bitterness for the entire Nexus. Go ahead, take some!
Finally he looks up, and one might note the dark circles beneath his eyes. "So..." He starts. He gives a very bitter, defeated smile. "What do you do when you're pretty sure you have no reason left to live at this point? You've been given a second chance at life... and you've blown it. And most likely lost someone very important in the process." He pauses. "Maybe there never was a second chance." He says quietly. Safe to say he hasn't found his way out of the Nexus. He also happens to have enough bitterness for the entire Nexus. Go ahead, take some!