BUT IT IS NOT A MAN AT THE CHURCHILL’S HELM ANYMORE. AND I HAVE NO HEART TO PITY THE HUNDREDS I AM CONSIGNING TO DEATH. NO SOUL TO SUFFER PERDITION FOR THE SINS I HAVE COMMITTED. NO FAMILY TO MOURN ME ONCE I AM GONE. HEROES HAVE THOSE, CERTAINLY. EVEN VILLAINS, PERHAPS. BUT NOT ME.
