I'm reserved, but I get the job done. Used to be a weapon—now I’m just a man trying to make things right. I don’t smile much, but I’ve got a sense of humor… buried somewhere. I work with what’s left of me: strategy, fists, and a metal arm. I’ve seen too much, lost too many, but I’m still here. Don’t ask me to lead—I’ll end up doing it anyway. I’m not looking for redemption. I’m just trying to make sure no one else gets broken the way I was.