“Chains come in all shapes and sizes, squirt. Some of them we even make for ourselves.” He looked down at me, something unknowable in his eyes. “None of us get to choose our own paths for ourselves, anyway, not really. I came from a long line of screw-ups, and my son is likely pegged for the same fate. We never got out. That’s the thing about destiny – most of the time, the world decides it for you.”
