Good too, I bet.

But you suffer from insomnia, your mind never lets you sleep.

And even when it does, it attacks you with nightmares.

I am talking about those 3 o'clock in the morning -

"somebody please save me" kind of nightmares.

And then there's the doubts.

And those are the worst.

You hate them, and you hate yourself for having them.

They make you feel weak.

A real soldier doesn't doubt, right?

The only time you ever trully feel happy

is when you're flat on your belly about to squeeze the trigger.

And at that moment, the world makes perfect sense.

How do you think I know all of that?

I don't give a shit how you know anything.

Look at me, dummy!

Look at us!

25 years ago, your father took my blood and he cloned me.

He made you

from me.