[He wouldn't have even known what that was when he got here, but he's had conversations with people since who've enlightened him to what that particular phrase means.]

Because I can appreciate my friends and the good that they bring to my life?

[He sounds unimpressed, passion in his voice as he continues.]

I hate this place. I've been here since the very beginning and I've watching it kill my brother, kill my friends, and keep grinding down everyone's hope until there's barely anything left. I've struggled, and I've cried, and I've been hurt-- I will fight until there's nothing left in me and then I'll fight some more to make sure that this place ends. That nobody else has to go through what we're going through.

But just because I can see the horrors, it doesn't mean that I'm blind to the good. And seeing the good doesn't mean that I want to be here, it just means that I'm not idiot who thinks that everything is just black and white, good or bad.