[His voice then, it dips slightly lower, turns bitter-edged and faintly tinged with something raw, almost painful. What he says, it's far more honest than he intended it to be.]

When it comes to that, when I'm returned to my own world, if my plans fall through and I lose all those parts of himself that make me what I am-- well. It won't matter any more, and I certainly won't be human. Just one of the many throw-away Dog Soldiers, mindless and obedient and used up like canon fodder. I won't be worthy of anything.