[ In his mind, his platoon flashes in his thoughts. Captain. He's let go of the chains of the past; he's given himself completely to William and his dreams. But he hears how pained they sound at him believing they weren't good people.

His smile turns self-deprecating for a second. Sorry. ]

No, that's not quite right... A good person. [ His eyes close. ] I'd say it's the sort of people that will die for the justice of the system. They believe in it so much that they want to ensure it won't fade... not so that others' crimes will be covered up, not so the filth can keep rotting the top, but because it'll protect the weak.

[ He opens his eyes. ]

I'd say good are those willing to look injustice in the face and not turn away from it. Someone who wants to change it even if there is no benefit to themselves in doing so.

[ Sorry, William... In my heart, I really do think that you're good. He thinks that William would laugh at him if he heard him say that after all that has been done, but. Someone had to save us all... and you're the one that's doing it. So, let me brag about and praise you to a stranger. ]