There was so much to take in. So very much to think about and understand. So the gods did not decide what wolves did, nor did they shape their path, but their destines were, in the end in their own paws. Hypnos would look down for a moment in thought, heavy thought. All that had been expected of him, of being tossed into the ravine... his destiny... he could shape his own destiny. The young man would consider all of that before he finally spoke, offering an answer to the question that Kapra posed.
"In all honesty? I don't know if I was meant to be here or not, Kapra. I just know that I am here, because I refuse to die. I refuse to let others tell me what I can and can't do because of my weakened leg. It is weakened yes... but I will not let it define me." The young man would look to Kapra again, frowning some.
"I don't completely know what my path is yet... what I want... but... from what you're telling me living in the moment is not wrong." The young man would let his seagreen eyes shine. "So I'll live in the moment... and savor every second. You only live once... so might as well take what you want, right?"