It's not... realistic to compare them, honestly. Each time I've been in this position, things were different. The first time I didn't want anything to do with anyone. Even though they were my own classmates I didn't care about any of them. Not really... not the way I should have. I was too afraid... too busy locking myself away before I got myself killed. I didn't bond with them. I didn't mourn them.

Starfield... I remembered a different version of myself. I felt... obligated to act. But I wasn't exactly doing it because I wanted to at first. It felt like it was my job because I knew what I was dealing with... did it all before.

Here... I don't have much confidence that I'm the kind of person who can help you all... and yet I want to. Not because of some stupid obligation, but... because I care about you idiots. Even... though I know that puts me at risk... even though I know it'll hurt when things inevitably happen. But that doesn't matter. Even when I wanted to, I couldn't go back to being the person who didn't care-- who lived only out of spite and distrust.

If the way you are this time is different then... maybe it just means it's our turn to help you.