Crossing his arms slowly, he thought for a second. "Everything, I do? It is for her." Dropping his rifle for a second, he lifted up his shirt and revaled his torso. Several scars and severe burn marks could be seen on it, along with a heavily stiched scar on his abdomen.<strong>"To make sure she could get stateside...I went back into a line of work I wanted no parts of, this bullet wound here?" This was accompanied with a point to his stomach "This is recent, I got this stateside. A survivor outpost, playing babysitter for an expedition just like this one. In return? She gets a ride to the millitary base we left from...It's not heaven, but it is the best I can give her for now."</strong><br/><br/>Sighing deeply he looked back at the group,<strong>"I'm not going to abandon them, because as much as I can't stand most the group...this mission is important, and if it means that this world can be more like the one she was born into? I'll die for it. I could give a shit less what you think about me, but if you stand between me and Jasmine? It won't be pretty, and I will eventually find her...so you can either take me to her? Or I can destroy every living thing until I get to her?...This mission, my life, that team? They mean shit compared to her..."</strong><br/><br/>He had endured hell to make it out here, and to be able to secure a somewhat decent life for Jasmine back stateside. Had it not been in regards to Jasmine? Derrick would have tried diplomacy, but Jasmine was his world so in a heated tone he snarled<strong>"So is that your final answer? An evaluation is wasting my time."</strong>Hellfire burned in his eyes as he pulled his shirt back on. Derrick had done several horrid things, he would be made to pay for them he was sure. That mattered little to him, he had to see Jasmine.