There were certain people Booker wanted dead as well. People who hurt or exploited children filled him with an animalistic rage. He also enjoyed bringing down corrupt capitalists who exploited their workers.

"It does," he said with a gentle pat to the top of Nicky's head. "If one of you did't come back because I couldn't take a bullet for you... I don't want that guilt. I've got enough of it."

Because he loved these people and needed to protect them. Without them he would be alone and Booker would not do well alone. He would crumble. He would shatter.

"You would do the same for me. I can't give less." As much as he would like to avoid the bullets and the blood Booker couldn't. He couldn't let that happen.