They're all safe now and recovering. They don't need me. I'm not really half as helpful as I thought I was, you know? I've been here for months and I figured, hey, I help people! I can give them love and support and be who they need so they can be happy. I help them.

But I don't. I was fucking useless, Takeshi. I'm good for exactly one thing: handling bodies. Dead or alive.

So, yeah, I just want to stay here where it's quiet.