"Then why are you surprised that people didn't help? Or that the ones who did died? That's human nature. No one gives a shit, and the ones who do end up sacrificing for the rest of us who have no intention of being heroes," Brian answered. "You're asking more than just saving themselves, though. You want them- us to be a team, care for each other, help each other. You're Harry Potter and Professor X all mixed in one, which is sort of ironic, because I'm pretty sure that you dislike people even more than me."
Brian stretched back. "This is the big difference, though. I'm happy to die here. I don't have to go home. I'm old. I've turned forty. How much longer do I have to live? And for what? I'm not jumping in front of a bus, but I'm not going out of my way to stay alive. That's for the kids: John, Savannah, Riggins. They are the ones who should worry about staying alive. Us? We're old men."
He chuckled. "I pay attention. I bet even with my sunglasses and naps, I still passed those stupid questions, and I did get find out where your victims were, but going in and shooting people down will never be my job, because I'll be happy to let them die in there. So certify me, you keep your nice cover, and I do the job I was supposed to do with Hetty. I can get you a lot more information at Central Park than sitting here, pretending that I'll ever be the Gryffindor." He grinned. "Unless you have a better solution." He stopped because he did have a solution. "Or, we can try this again, but with different rules. We both know that you won't have me out there anymore than I want to be there. You run an exercise, I work alone, I get all the information you need, whatever you decide this stupid case to be, and I lead you to the bad guys, giving you enough information to go in and do your thing. I don't go in or shoot. If I can get that much information than you know that I'm doing my job."