Perhaps it was time for a change. For quite some time he had been considering it. Mulling the thought over in his head, feeding the fire that it burned inside him. For much to long he'd toiled in shadow, worked on the wrong side of the law. Stepping over into the light, however briefly, had brought about a sense of intrigue in him. It felt…Good? As strange as that seemed to him, helping the mutant group of hero's had felt right…And he rather liked the feeling.

But it was hard to change what you had been born to do. Ever since he was a child, the Cajun man had been raised to steal. It wasn't going to be that easy to let it go. It wasn't going to be easy to give up the freedom that came with being a thief, as ironic as it sounded. But of course, he had never been truly free even as one…Tied to the Thieves' Guild his entire life. He couldn't move, cough, couldn't even breath without the okay of his oh so loving father. It was getting rather tiresome…

Working with the X-Men had been like taking in a breath of fresh air. It revived him, gave back that sense of thrill and adrenaline. And the best part was he could experience the thrill and the excitement with a clear conscious. Something he could never do as he was a thief. But then again, it really wasn't going to be easy…

His red on black eyes focused on the end of the cigarette that was clutched between his fingers, pressed lightly to his lips. "Speaking of habits dat be difficult t' break…" He chuckled softly, drawing the cigarette away from his lips before pressing it out onto the porch step beside him. Well, since he was going for changes, he figured he might as well try that to. He wasn't getting any younger, and his health was rather important to him…

"Might as well jus' turn over a new leaf all t'gether~" His voice was cheery, but he wasn't so sure about his decision. If he left now, and things didn't work out, there would be no place for him to return to. The Guild wouldn't accept him back, he knew that for sure…But he could make the biggest mistake of his life in not chasing this new found opportunity. He decided the reward outweighed the consequences, and besides, he did like a good game of chance. He was a gambler after all.

"Why not? Ain't got much else t' lose~" A light grin formed on his lips, and he turned to move back into the old, rather weather beaten house to retrieve what meager belongings he had. As he moved up the steps, his foot fell on the cigarette he had discarded earlier, and he paused, grinding it up with the heel of his boot with an satisfied smile before continuing his way inside.