Most of his life, Mitchell had jumped from one battle to the next. First there had been the Great War, then coming to terms with what he is, creating chaos at Herrick's side and finally getting clean. In a way it was the worst of all. And it continued. But little things - normal things - had become more important. There was so much time to fill and it could stretch if all you had were your memories.
"You should. There is a beautiful world out there," he said, smiling slightly. "Being normal can be-" He shook his head slightly "-the most amzing thing you'd ever been." He changed his position, his crossed arms now resting on the shelf behind him. "It certainly beats being different."