Mm, I've made one. In a place as cruel as this one, it's important to find a bit of hope to hold close, I think.

[Break's history with wishes gone wrong is long and unhappy, but he managed to die with a prayer in his heart all the same. He understands, now, how to go about such things properly.]

I am fortunate in that, when I washed up here, some of my brats from home were at my side right away. That made it easy to find my reason to keep going back then, and -- makes it easy to find wishes, now.