[He couldn't help but give her a look of disbelief at her, more for her optimism then anything. His expression darkened and when he spoke it was in defeated tone.]

An opportunity? I killed myself for my failures. I did everything I could do to try to meet to society and it's demands. And I could never meet them. What do you think I can do for a place like this that is supposed to be Hell itself?

[He didn't think she was mocking him, but he also didn't want her pity or her attempting to make things would improve. When he knew they wouldn't.]