And that's how I win. [Sage nod. He most certainly insults himself well before anyone else can.]

I got cancer. Then in a last-ditch effort to save my life, I agreed to let some secretive organization experiment on me. Turned out it involved a fuck ton of torture and they didn't really care too much about saving me. They cared that I was more or less someone few people would miss.

[The only person who'd missed him was Vanessa, but one person had hardly been a concern for them.]

The torture worked. Didn't really cure my cancer per se. But now it can't kill me. And I'm thinking nothing actually can. At least so far as I've found so far.