Then most of us die and the ones that're left have to pick up the pieces 'n start over all over again and I don't reckon nearly anybody here'd come out of that a whole person if they even were already, and soon enough there wouldn't be anybody around here who remembers what the hell the Quad was like, 'cause we all hung on for nothing anyways.

That's what kept him up last night, and kept him drinking tonight, and what's been running through his mind like a murmured undercurrent beneath every single thought he's had since the news broke.

But it's not what he says. Because he can't put that on Court anymore, and because if he opens his mouth so say it he'll probably vomit instead, and not even from the alcohol. And because he has a stupid little tiara jammed onto the rim of his hat that makes him think of his sisters whenever he remembers it's there, and that reminds him that sometimes he forgets about them and sometimes he can't stop remembering them, and it's all just really super fucked up.

Instead, after he chugs from the water bottle and lies to himself that he's So Well Hydrated now, he tries: "Then we have panic attacks 'til we eat shit 'n die? Like, I dunno our options. Ain't got many." Please remember this man is very, very drunk.