"Filthy rich?! Gods no. No, I don't think amassing that much wealth is morally right anyway, but no, I- Until I sort of fell into bartending, my skills were- I was a soldier. But I hate guns, and modern warfare is-" Patroclus shook his head. So many people could be killed at once, and from so far away. It took the humanness out of it. You could believe you weren't actually taking a human life if you dropped a bomb or threw a grenade or planted a landmine. It allowed people to separate themselves from the true cost of war, and Patroclus abhorred it. War was brutal. It cost lives. "I don't want to have any part of it. So I drifted for a long time."