...You're kind of a glass half-empty kinda guy, aren't you, Zel.

I mean...it sucks that most of our normal abilities are gone. Back home I could heal from most damage within a day and I could crush an anvil into a small ball with my bare hands but...hey, sometimes life hands you lemons.

[Darin takes those hooks off of Zel's hands before he stabs himself some more and finishes making the lines.]

Instead of making lemonade I tell life to screw off and squirt the lemon juice in its eyes. Then I succeed out of spite.