I'd tell my teammates about him... Kings and princes, ninjas and soldiers, aliens and time travellers and men who'd seen to the ends of the universe... All of them were in awe when I told them about him, about how he'd memorised the names of everyone who'd died for the Order, about how hard he'd worked, for us, for everyone... Even though he was ridiculous, and got into so much trouble, I remember being so proud and wanting everyone to know...