Dacer shrugged. "Everyone's gotta find their own way, man. I just remember what my da-" Dacer paused, and the life drained from his face. He smiled and shook it off. "Somebody told me that there's no point in aiming for something you're never going to hit. But as long as you can still shoot, or swing, you 'aint dead yet." Dacer looked at Jenso and then to the ground. "A loss is only the end of you let it consume you."