Zaeed had no loyalty. He did not care about the person who took him in, who started to patch up his face after getting shot. All he cared about was revenge. It was the very thing that drove his soul; knowing that he would soon hunt down that treacherous bastard as soon as he was capable.

Of course, that didn’t mean he had to be useless in the meantime.

No matter how little loyalty he had, he knew he owed a great debt. He hated owing debts. So he did what he could; patched up appliances around the house, fixed gadgets and weapons, mended the many broken things in the house. Even while adjusting to the poor new vision, he could handle himself. Less than he’d like to admit, but enough. He knew there was very little that could pay off what he owed, but he’d do it anyways. Besides — once he was healed, he would get off this rock and after the traitor who stuck a bullet in his head.