‘Because it’s mine,’ he told himself. It was true as well. Even if he cared nothing for Earth, for his home, his country, even the assholes he knew and who cared nothing for him in return, it was still true. It was his, and it had been taken from him. That was an injustice he would not stand for. He had been wronged, and he would see it made right and recompense paid unto him for the trouble it caused.