[ There's a delayed response, as Jim - obviously - digests that and gives the question some thought. Remembering himself at that age, something that was apparently different from the current incarnation. Enough to give him pause.

Eventually, ] Twelve or thirteen? [ Jesus Christ, Duo. He has to reel in the half-there instinct to say something like I'm sorry you went through that. He's pretty good at being fine after getting socked in the face, but it's not his favorite thing all the same. ]

I dunno, [ he admits. ] I hated everybody. Probably, it'd depend on the sales pitch. But if I said no, it would be because of my massive problem with authority, and not any pacifistic leanings.

[ And now he is The Authority. Admitting he was a pissed off kid, anyway. ]