[ He presses the button on the console and the door slides shut, before he turns away with a sigh and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. ]

He thinks there are three types of people. Bad people, who he ain't got any qualms about shooting; people you follow, like Naomi and Holden; and people you protect. Told me point blank, once, that I fell solidly into the final category. But I've saved his ass just as often as he's saved mine. Hell, I - I let 25 people die, just to save him. I thought we'd sorted that out already.