I learned how to tango instead. I'm still not any good at it, but it doesn't matter.

[scratches his cheek, fingers tapping against his chin.]

And then I thought about trying to kill myself with pills, but nobody takes pills around here. It's all potions, magical crap that shouldn't even be possible, but it is. So I started messing with this guy - blind, I think, but really perceptive - and he confused me for someone else, wanted to kill me. I kept telling him that he didn't want to and it made him angry, but that's what I wanted. I thought maybe if I made him mad enough, he really would kill me. He beat my up and broke my camera, and after that I just stopped trying to die.