"So you like to be their friend, but you wouldn't want to save them, huh?" He shrugged his shoulders, since he really had no problem with injury given how much of it he had seen. He'd seen to many men die, holding their guts, gun shot wounds, burns, and it really was amazing what kind of pleading came from a man in that case. Most he was certain wanted to die by that point; there was no life after those kinds of injuries, just a shadow of one.

"Fine then... why the military? Why special operations like the Falcon equipment?" He was curious how someone who apparently spent most of their childhood picking up all manner of strays and injury to boot would bother to go in a place where one's life was never guaranteed.