The Minister probably wanted to avoid that level of paperwork ever happening again, but I was supposed to be stopping you lot from running riot and charging into situations without thinking and getting yourselves killed. I wanted to avoid even liking you people, but that didn't exactly go as planned. And after Sarah was killed, I swore to myself I wasn't going to get emotionally involved with anyone again, then Matt and Jess arrived and just would not fucking give up, the infuriating, stubborn pair of them and I end up caring about them too, which was not made easier by the whole Matt being from an Apocalyptic future revelation, and realising that if we failed he'd probably die and if we succeeded he might cease to exist. That was not an easy choice to live with. This is why the list of people I actually trust is an incredibly short one. Of the people here, you and Abby. Add in the living people at home, Matt, Jess, Lester and Danny. Assuming Danny is still alive. Which none of us know because that idiotic moron went charging after his serial killer brother, because that's an entirely sane decision to make. I haven't even figured out where Jack's going to be in this whole thing, which is probably why I avoided him for days until he yelled at me for fucking up my knuckles.
I haven't been without a job my entire adult life. I'm a soldier, that is who I am, that's all I know how to be. I have a problem, I usually shoot it. Taliban, dinosaurs, predators. Shooting it is relaxing. Shooting, stabbing, punching, those are basically my skills. I can barely handle a computer, I can't research stuff without my eyes blurring, and I haven't done anything even remotely school related since A-Levels. If I can't fight something, then I'm no good to anyone.
There, that is actually more words than I've spoken or typed all week.