If there's nothing good? Well, it's a part of who I am, people admire those that have the strength to carry on. I don't remember much after I couldn't walk. What good came out of losing my leg? I couldn't walk, run, barely could get around on the broken crutch they had.

[This was visibly difficult for Eugene to discuss, preferring to keep it to himself. Few people knew the depths of how low he'd gotten from that. It nearly broke him, something he hadn't been proud of.]

It's hard, to realize you're the... you're the guy they'd leave behind for bait. And that... that's all you'd be good for. But then, giving in and giving up... it makes you weaker? I dunno.