"We," he parroted, somehow managing to draw the single-syllabled word out as though it were a foreign food and he was trying to decide whether or not he liked it. An in the end, it seemed he didn't, as he was shaking his head. "I'm not the hero, Peter. I never will be, even if I get the hunger under control. It's not who I am."

A pause, in which he popped one shoulder in a shrug, and then he continued. "I'll help, but only because I want to protect what's mine."