[ It's not an unfair question. He's thought about it plenty of times– why is he here, in the CDC? Originally, he'd agreed simply to keep his life. Well no, "agreed" isn't quite the term for it. Frankly, he'd volunteered. Hadn't even known what he was signing up for, desperation creeping into his decision. His recruiter had been lucky, finding him bleeding out on the sidewalk in Japan.

Briefly, he wonders if they orchestrated it. Had successfully maneuvered him into a corner so he'd agree to whatever they'd ask of him. Because when he'd gotten here, he'd been one of the only ones who consistently followed direction, regardless of what it was for. In some ways, he still thinks he's part of a smaller group of people that will still do so. The way the CDC recruits doesn't always breed a sense of trust or in some ways, a sense of responsibility. November can't really blame the ones who quietly buck off the reins.

He'd just be hard pressed to find a reason to do so for himself. ]

I care about my life. Which I suppose means, in turn, I care about my world, since they're basically linked. [ His service for his life and the life of his world. ] Though quite honestly, I'd just want to keep it so I can eventually get some answers.