"Oh please! You wear the armor and serve the Light, of course you've taken care of civilians. In fact I'd be surprised if you hadn't repeatedly found multiple civilians in the middle of warzones or swamps, desperate for a helping hand back to civilization... odinn fale, I know I did. And don't even get me started on Harrison Jones --"

He held up a hand to interrupt himself, realizing he was getting off-track. "I mean in forging a ragtag, motley group of misfits into an elite fighting force capable of taking down the sort of things we're going to be facing."