[ Ironic certainly fits the bill. It was the first real name he had been given since he left his own buried in the sands of Sigonia-IV, and it belonged to his lies. Even the numbers branded into his neck belonged more to him than his Cornerstone. ]

The thrill is a part of it. The cosmos is ripe with opportunities to gamble on a scale unlike any other...but that's not why I took the job initially.

[ A pause, his gaze drifting off into the distance. ]

Truthfully, I...was seeking my own freedom. After what happened to my people, I was...sold, by the men who found me. So you can understand why joining the IPC wasn't an opportunity I could pass up.

[ Ironic, then, that this opportunity only landed him in chains of a different sort. ]