[ He figured it was obvious as soon as it was read. He is a gambler, through an through, and his own life is always a chip he weighs in his palm.

It's his turn to take a long drag, cigarette burning low after speaking with Shoko. ]

...So I thought, but even my best attempts to get myself killed didn't take.

[ Awfully blasé, considering what they're speaking about here. Just another coping mechanism. ]

I win my gambles, but the prize is never what I'd like it to be. Ironic, isn't it?