Anthony nodded slowly, but even he wasn't sure of what exactly he was nodding at. "There are....things that you can't fix," he said. But, even so, he seemed to consider Elijah's words as carefully as he could in his inebriated state. There was truth to them, of course, and he understood where Elijah was coming from, but... he couldnt bring himself to feel optimistic because of the words. Anthony started picking and scratching at the wounds on his hands, as simply a distraction if nothing else. "I just—I don't think I want to see what 'experiences' the world has in store for me anymore." He won't actually go through with those ideas at the back of his mind, he won't hurt himself or anything—not at all. He's just given up hope again.