I appreciate it. I try to remind myself of the reasons I have to be better, the things I want to set right. Maybe this is a new opportunity, this place. I'm choosing to treat it as such, at least, because really, what else can I do?

[He might go home, someday, or he might not. He might be dead, or captured, or any of those uncertain fates. At least here, he wakes up in the morning without a blood price on his head. Or a bullet in his skull.]

But I'm glad to have met you, too. You've been a great help and that means a lot to me.