It's probably practically a fucking prerequisite to think you're too damn important to piddle around in this hellhole. If the memory thing wasn't enough to kickstart your murder jets.

[letting the sunglasses drop back into his hands, pulling them off his face for once, flipping them over and over in his hands. It's blindingly annoying how he can remember they're important, but not fucking why.]

For the record, this is probably the worst pep talk in history.