"Bullshit, he's never ok. But that's sort of. Normal." And it's a sad goddamn thing when not ok is their normal. Was their normal. Will be- fuck it. The grammar of different points in the timeline is easier to quibble over than focusing on the circling voice in the back of his brain going 'i'm dead i'm dead i'm dead i'm dead'.

Not much.

But.

Some.

"Oh, you know. I'm happier here than I was back home. Fight the good fight, save people do some good, Ooh-fucking-rah." Except this feels slightly more honest. A little less like the project and more like his time on the frontlines. Soldiers and squads and people that need help, appropriate and acceptable targets, very few opportunities for ambiguity. So far. He's sure that'll change soon enough.