"It's like having to watch all of your reasons to live be pulverized in front of your eyes. I fled to this galaxy on a Slave traders ship, it was quickly siezed by the Feds and I found myself in prison. I created a crude rifle out of stolen machinery and PVC pipes, gave it to silver, and we escaped, I was yet again given purpose in the form of his defense... And I have no intention on letting you murder him simply to obey shadow guys orders."