It's not about perfect. [he shakes his head a little, squeezing at his shoulder, as if just to force some of that pain in him as a reminder.] It's about...being capable. We all have to be. Otherwise, there's more death. More that others have to carry, in your place...

[he dips his head miserably.]

I couldn't even carry my own weight. If you'd have seen...you'd understand...