Not bad for a high school drop out, huh?

[ Ephemera flicks water onto the griddle to test the heat, the way that Drake taught him. Not quite ready yet. ]

I used to think I was, [ he admits, a little softer. ] That there was no going back. Too much crazy, you know? And I know there’s no going back to who I was. But I can - it’s a choice, here. I chose to - stop.

[ He waves his hand vaguely, not sure if that makes sense. ]

Or something like that, anyway.