[ His eyes widen. This reflection must... surely be talking about himself, but the description cuts too close to home. Still, he forces a smile. ]

Ha! What arrogance, to insist that the past must dictate the future. Such wretchedness, to say that one's luck can never change. How lazy, to wallow in misery, instead of rising up and struggling against one's fate.

This one—

[ He places his hand on Archer's shoulder. ]

—hasn't given up. You're not the same.