...We've all lost people. We've all suffered. I can't speak for everyone, but I'm sick of it.

I'm not good for a lot, but I can shout about teamwork and hope for days if I need to. I can stand up again every time I get knocked down. I can keep going and keep fighting.

Nothing scares me anymore. Not death, or torture, or monsters I can't name. I've been stabbed. I've been shot. I've been bludgeoned, and electrocuted, and more. And I have blood on my hands, too, blood that'll never wash off.

So let them come. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one ready to finish this.