A small part of him leans back as Sixshot comes eye level with him. Probably because of the Phase Sixer part of the guy's career. But his lip curls up slightly, not in disgust, but more in thought. "You haven't lived my life. More importantly, I haven't. I've been persecuted for what I am and then living as a..."

He looks at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. "As a overcharged loser for millions of years. I get one chance...."

His eyes sadden.

"And it doesn't even matter. If I died and no one told me, it probably wasn't all that glamourous."