Coffee and a Rabbit [Lukas/Librea]

THE CITY OF LIGHT
"Depends on what you call success." A moment of bizarre candidacy as he took a drink, continuing as he placed it back down. "As long as I wake up in the morning, I could call it that. Better than the alternative." Lukas' voice somewhat pensive, the resentment that usually filled his tone choosing instead to taint his mind.

Dying would prove the assholes right. Anything's better than that.

Nodding along to Librea's response, the man didn't have much to say. He understood the point of view fairly well; it was one he had been forced to more or less share. At the very least, Lukas was amongst his own kind. However much good that did him. "If you want it to, it can be."

Regardless of who accepts you. Embittered thoughts aside, Lukas nodded at the rabbit-woman's departure, curiosity at her appearance tight lipped. There had been enough of that for now. "Take care." the man waved, returning to his coffee with gusto.