The man placed his chin upon his fist as he pondered for a moment.

"what is choice?" he finally says after a few long seconds of deep thought. "Choice is the one thing that separates a rational human from an instinctual beast. The act of making a choice is a privilege shared across history by those that shape the direction of our evolution. Imagine if a tyrant made a choice to be merciful to that which they conquer, or to leave it entirely. We'd possibly live different lives, different technology, different morals and values... No, we'd absolutely have them."

The man lifts his head high, splaying his arms out as if ready to embrace his lover. "Choice is humanity's curse. A burden that carves the mould for the next generation. It is also our choice to be snapped shut inside said mould, to be shaped by the choices of others. That is why we are able to even comprehend what it is to fight destiny. In the end, the choice is our mark of humanity..."

He smiles. "... and I have made mine."

The man picks Happy Chaos.

His opponent calls him a twat and then leaves.