It felt like… no matter what choice he made, it would be the wrong one, simply because he’d made it. Karrak suspected that it wasn’t simply that he was choosing poorly, but that the act of him choosing somehow changed the laws of probability and physics surrounding the situaiton and force it to turn out poorly. His therapist (the court-appointed Duvlarian witch!) suggested that the grass simply looked greener on the other side of the fence. He found her Earth idioms to be insulting. Slashing her throat with his prehensile claw was sounding more and more like a good option.