[Katze is quiet for a long moment. Watching. He feels guilt, somehow, even though none of this is his fault. He feels like he wants to let Aomine play and do something he genuinely enjoys but that's not in his power either.

To do something for the joy of it is an almost alien concept to Katze. You do things because someone makes you, because you need food or shelter or something out of it. Because it's a stepping stone to something else. Not because you want to.]

I haven't wanted anything since I was fourteen, probably. I wanted a way to survive. I wanted my life.

[He'd gained his life. A life as a Furniture, then a life in Midas that was more his own. But he hadn't set out with a clear goal except alive and not on his knees or his back for anyone unless it was of his own free will.

Aomine is a lot younger than Katze was at the same age. It's endearing. It reminds him there is life outside of Amoi.]

But don't take me into account. Life is always different for us.

[For Furniture, he means, but it can be taken as something loosely philosophical.]

It's good to have passions. You end up drifting, otherwise.