And my 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 me in that room. You need me in that room. We use words like "honor", "code", "loyalty". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent saving lives. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very gift that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a scalpel, and make an incision. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!