"Marines, cops, your job is to protect those who can’t protect themselves. Killing yourself rejects that code." Red pulled out the letter again, filthy and wet. It dripped water onto the floor. "This letter is bullshit, I understand that now. Some things you just have to accept, no matter how bitter. But you can’t go back, ever. Done is done. You’re in the here and now, get that? You and me. We’re the good guys, and good guys don’t leave their friends behind. You got to put him first, over us." Red stopped, his breathing heavy.