Drake didn't have the heart to point out that the submission was only moments, a flicker in time and he remembered back when he could do better and when he could give. Sometimes he liked to put a fight and make his dom earn it, like the time he fought Jas but otherwise fighting it was not something he liked but he also knew that fully giving in and taking the plunge was more than he was capable of. He didn't feel... worthy of it despite all of Jasaiah's words. Sure one couldn't exactly control who they fell for but now that Drake was coming out from his drunken stupor and with time stretching before him in a long long road he wasn't sure he liked who he was either.<br/><br/>It had been all ok and all forgiven when it was temporary when he felt like his time was numbered and wasting it well... funnily enough felt of less value because he was just another person making do and enjoying himself until it was curtains and he hadn't even known how long he would have had. Maybe days, maybe years. He never imagined decades and now centuries presented to him which is what he had to grapple with now. Sitting around and drinking somehow lost its appeal because now he had to make something of himself and his time. Suddenly the ever present nagging thought in the back of his head pushed out to form words, "I want to find out where I came from." he said almost surprising himself with how resolute he sounded in his desire and it was the truth, before Drake had tried and failed and then chose to avoid trying to care but now... now he might never know if all the parties involved died before he could find them.