"... Well, I still might burn out, but it won't be my fault." A light chuckle.

He picks away at his breakfast then, leaving it there for a bit so that he has a bit more room to eat and think. Breathe in the air and the fragrance of the cottage. Have breakfast with tableware that isn't from the dining hall or the buffet or any of the same handful of joints he's been seeing every day for the past year and a half.