"I don't know if it's good, bad, or indifferent," Harry said, "It's just life, I guess. My life, anyway." There was a time when the most he'd ever had to consider was where his next job (and therefore his next meal) might be coming from. Days when he could actually say that he'd been bored. Now, he was just lucky if he could make it through a day without something trying to kill, dismember, and possibly eat him.
"Like you said, I'm probably not much use in peace-time."