Iceous sighed.
"I'm not really so pissed at the world. Far from it. Deep down, I'm actually so depressed I can barely get up in the morning..."
He sighed again, looking downward.
"You just don't get what it's like for me now. When the Russians took me for the first Prototype batch, I was living happily amongst my family. Then they froze me, and I return to America to find that every single one of them is dead, aside from my cousin. Then within a week of learning this, he's dead. You don't know what it's like to go to sleep one night, grateful to have a week's peace from your family, only to wake up the next day and find them all six feet under."
Iceous chuckled coldly for a second. "I'm 40, have no family, have no meaning in the world, from a time that's essentially come and gone, and on top of all of that, I'm a freak. With all of that, I often find myself considering finding a knife to end it all..."
Sarah popped in, and Iceous slowly pushed himself upright. "Yeah yeah... I know... No fighting..."