"Yeah? Well, you can thank good old Uncle Sam for mine," Max replies, with a mocking salute thrown in for good measure.

As pissed off as he is about it, Max knows that he came out of it a hell of a lot better than some guys. At least the parts of himself he feels like he left behind are ones you can see.

He finally crosses the room, sinking down onto the couch, though he perches himself on the edge of it.