"Well, I suppose..." He shrugs slightly. "I've yet to exactly find a purpose, myself. In all honesty, there are times that I longed for death. There's something comforting about uncaring oblivion."

He can remember floating through the Nether, the pure chaos between worlds, and how much it hurt that they brought him back, here.

"Though, I suppose much can be said for living in spite of something that tried to kill you."

And he chuckles just once, smirking.