Get the fuck off the walls

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Nathaniel? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Scrubiago, and you curse the Space Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Scrubiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall.