[ He taps his helmet. Armor, donned. ]

I guess so. Kinda tomato, tomahto, in the end, though. But-- that's what it'll be. In the end I'll have to see what I've accomplished, accept I've reached my limit, and go home and pick up in a world that will probably still need me.

I just hope it works out that way. No plan survives contact with the enemy, as it were, so in the end it'll be by the seat of my dress pants, with a hope and a prayer.