Volk looks a little startled, and pulls backwards into the collar of his coat in a turtle-ish way.

"Uh. I don't know. Thanks. ... I mean, I know lots of ways that who I am could be better, but I definitely don't want people telling us how they think we'd be better."

His eyes go flinty. "Not their call. My life's mine to decide on. If you choose your own actions and then get slapped on the hand and told to try again, it's not even really a choice, is it? It's just a trap."