If only he could call himself nothing more than a baker and caretaker here. It seems that every time he attempts to find himself in that false but necessary role, another emergency happens, or someone else goes home and arrives back here and he falls back into old habits. He'd never realized how accustomed he'd become to working as an agent of Pandora until it had been taken away from him.

"...I think I have the Core to thank," he says, mirroring his frustrated outburst before in a more thoughtful tone. "This happened before, a month or so ago. I was shot in the chest and it...healed within a few hours."