He's not mentally weak though. He's extraordinarily tough. A few dead bodies doesn't bother him, even a couple of dead children.There's one memorable scene where he's getting a checkup to see if his cancer has returned and he's talking with a fellow cancer patient in the waiting room:
To hell with your cancer. I’ve been living with cancer for the better part of a year. Right from the start, it’s a death sentence. That’s what they keep telling me. Well, guess what? Every life comes with a death sentence, so every few months I come in here for my regular scan, knowing full well that one of these times - hell, maybe even today - I’m gonna hear some bad news. But until then, who’s in charge? Me. That’s how I live my life.If you were confronted with the same choice, what would you do?
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