"I've heard bullshit like that all my life mate. You try and do that alone, and you'll get kicked in the balls every time."

He manages to stand now, heart still besting hard and oddly, bruised against his ribs.

"I'd rather have them. You can't save the world or all the people in it by yourself. Whatever war you're fighting isn't going to end because of you. It probably won't end ever. That's the truth of it. I'd rather die with them than on my own."

He steps forward, but his fists aren't raised. He's angry and he hurts, but this bastard won't make that go away.