Don't know what good I'll be for a while yet, but I'm inclined to stick around if there's a place for me.
...I've kind of got a confession to make. Before all this started? I was going to kill myself. I've been stockpiling tranquilizers that I swiped from Barton's house, and getting Oliver to bring me enough booze to do the job.
And then, this. I'm not sure what to do with myself anymore. Maybe it's a way of telling me not to die cause I'm a stubborn bastard and like to fight against the universe every way I can.