i swear to fucking god – green barely even cares about any of the shit he does anymore. ( not job-wise, though. he absolutely loves what he’s doing, even if it doesn’t seem like he does. ask his trainers; they know. ) 

doesn’t care if what he’s doing will get him killed; doesn’t care if if hurts himself more than it does to others. doesn’t care if it ruins his reputation – if it puts him in the center of attention for weeks on end. doesn’t care if blood has to be shed. 

he’s seen a lot – done a lot, & if he’s learned anything from that – 

– it’d be that luck doesn’t do jack shit to help you. it’s what you do, what you decide that would make it or break it. the world doesn’t play favorites. 

& we're all fucked, one way or another.