You can’t handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with fast timeslips. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Redeye? Jim has a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Demons and you curse the Hellcats. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what Jim knows: that the Demon’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And Jim's existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties you want Jim on that wall. You need Jim on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that Jim provides, and then questions the manner in which Jim provides it! I would rather you just said ‘thank you’ and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a drag radial and stand a wheelie. Either way, Jim doesn’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to!