[ He can't read the statement. Not pitying or patronizing, no, which is the most important thing. Neutrality is better than judgment, if nothing else. The word choice of noble makes him think of Byerly, telling him he was like a little Robin Hood. He never thought of himself in that way, but perhaps it's how he appears to others.

Nah, that's bonkers. He probably just seems like every other young soldier boy out there. People are taught to think that shit's brave, even if he didn't do a thing with the opportunity. He nods in answer. ]

Yeah, it helped. [ In a manner of speaking. Eggsy had been a lightning rod for Dean's swings. Why direct trouble at Michelle or Daisy when there's a smart-mouthed brat dicking about enough to get an ASBO any day now, pushing back just enough to warrant harsher treatment? A second pair of hands helped better care for Daisy, too. Seeing her gurgling up at him was worth it alone. The tension starts to fall from his shoulders, as he shifts away from the hard memories. ] Ended up here a while after that, actually. Had just got my shit together. [ He musters a smile. ] Proper, safe job and all.

[ Only one, tiny part of that is untrue. Safe. ]

What were you doing before the end of the worlds, anyway?