I've spent the last five years running around like a complete child, figuring I could pack it in when I hit my thirties, try a real job and real relationships and maybe get a cat or something, I don't know. And then six months out I let Moon Knight talk me into teaming up with him because it's the kind of crazy shit that makes for a good story, and sometime in the next few days from where I got pulled here from we're going to try to fight some asshole with eye lasers and I'm going to die. Which means this stupid bunker is my entire life now and it's all more unstable than I could possibly have managed to make things for myself back home. I've spent my entire life working hard as hell to get past all the complete shit the universe has thrown at me only to end up in a radiation soaked dystopia where even if you manage not to die from hypothermia or wild animals or glass women that come out of mirrors you might just disappear at any time for no apparent reason and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
I don't... do well with things that far out of my control. Not when even the most basic things like going to school are things I've had to fight tooth and nail for. I don't even trust other people, how can I trust some inexplicable force that seems to get off on toying with us?