Within the first six months of my being on board, I was forced to live the life of someone who supported corporate serial murder, and I was kidnapped, physically and psychologically tortured by hostile aliens because the Admiral crashed the ship onto their planet, and then I had to watch them do the same to my friends. I've watched other events mentally and emotionally destroy the people I love, as well as perfect strangers, often with little logical explanation for why they were being subjected to this sort of trauma.

It can do a lot of good, but I'm never going to especially like being here, and I don't think it's a healthy environment for anyone to call home.