I was shot.

[His tone becomes very serious, almost even dark.] I abhor guns, they sicken me. Violence, needless death. It all melds into a useless cesspool of destruction.

I won't go into the details for obvious reasons, but I was shot in drive-by, and the hospital's attempts to save my life are what ruined me. My regeneration was starting.

No good would come of it. No lessons taught. No people protected. Just me. Alone. In a hospital morgue. Becoming someone else.





Here I at least have the chance to remedy that. If not the chance to travel again, the chance to go out on a worthwhile note.