I gotta have. It's not even for me, I'm fine-- well, not fine, fine, but you get it, fine. The wizard said there's a chance in four million that we win, and I just think-- I gotta believe that chance is ours, you know? If I don't, I'm giving up on half the universe, and the people I believe in, right, and that's... Not right. I do get a little bummed, because I mean. I'm... Pretty dead, right, there's no coming back from that, but while I'm here, I can make you sandwiches, and spend time with Mr. Murdock plural, and help androids, and call Mr. Valentine a vampire and make Gwen smile a little. That's gotta be worth something, it just gotta be.

(perhaps a little more long-winded than he wanted to go with, but nevertheless, it's how he feels. he can't predict tomorrow, but he can hope. he can wake up each morning and try to help, make a difference, even if this is-- a videogame? a simulation? the people in here are real to him.

he can't turn his back to it.)