No, but it's six years of mostly sleepless nights. It's... getting shot and watching my colleagues get hurt. Watch them die. It's getting exposed to anthrax and having migraines so bad I can't even think straight. It's spending my entire childhood taking care of my mom, just so they wouldn't separate us. It's... washing the blood off my hands from a kid who thought the only way to keep himself from killing other people, was to take his own life first. A kid that could've been me.
Are you seriously telling me that being with you... you, who make all that worth it... is worse?