Crosshair: *watching Omega leave* honestly, that girl trying to rope me into breaking out of here, even if I could, my schedule wouldn't allow it

*he sat down*

Crosshair: *ticking off his fingers* 4 o'clock wallow in self pity, 4:30 stare into the abyss, 5 o'clock solve galaxy hunger...tell no one, 5:30 taunt the guards, 6:30 dinner with me...I can't cancel that again, 7 o'clock wrestle with my self loathing...I'm booked

*he had an idea*

Crosshair: Although if I move the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness