At first, he has no answer. When people talk about what you do with your life, they invariably mean career, ambitions, passions. None of which he possesses the vaguest idea about.

"I don't know," Wilhelm admits. He just knows that he doesn't want to be king.

Now that he's no longer in motion, the cold sinks in, and he curls his hands up into his sleeves a bit. For a moment, he studies Kyle with a guarded expression, measuring if he's someone safe to confide in. Then his eyes settle on the grass beside him, as his fingers fidget at the edges of his sleeves.

"There was...someone important to me. We couldn't be together, because everything got in the way. So..." He shakes his head with a little shrug. "I don't really care about anything else. I'd just want to be with them."