Nickoli lets out his breath, and looks down the barrel of the pistol at Commissar Koniev.
"Everything. Everyone. The bounty hunters want me dead. Rheinland wants me dead. Even Liberty didn't give me any place to hide. I made my way back to the Omegas, ship barely in one piece. The Hessians, being my brethren, took me in, fixed up my ship, gave me some work. But I knew I couldn't be happy, not with what happened to my family. Not to mention I knew that eventually, my past life would catch up to me. I want the best chance I can to not only avenge my family, fulfill my promise to my son and fight tyranny, but frankly, to survive, sir. What else is a man but a constant journey of self-preservation, mixed with fervor for the cause he sets his life to?"
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