He isn't sure why it grates on him now more than it had when York had said the same thing, or even Church. He knows that he looks like hell. He know that he's a mess of scar tissues and shattered memories held together by spite. But faced with this version of him, not innocent, but happy, unbroken... it feels like a failure.

"I enlisted as soon as I was old enough. We've been at war that entire time."