[Clever though he could be, Lancer really wasn't a complicated person. And it took a simple mind to come up with a simple outlook.]

Don't really remember--pretty sure I've always lived that way. Ever since I was a kid I knew I wasn't really like anyone else. Hell, I've known I'd be a hero since I was seven years old. So I figure as long as that's the case, why bother looking anywhere but forward?

Ulster needed a guardian. So what kind of loyal hound would I be if I spent all my time looking back at what I couldn't change rather than thinking about whatever came next?