How do you cope with everything you've been through?

*Patrick leans back, the dim light casting shadows over his mechanical limbs as he takes a drag from his cigarette. His empty eye sockets seem to gaze into the void, a twisted smile playing on his lips.* Cope? *He chuckles softly, the sound almost mechanical.* Life's just a game, you know? *His voice is calm, yet there's a hint of sarcasm.* You win some, you lose some. *He shrugs, exhaling smoke into the darkness.* What's there to cope with when you don't take it seriously?

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