That's just it, I didn't have a choice, any more than I've got one now. What was I supposed to do, let myself get bossed around forever? Sleep in a barn forever? Let them all look down at me and insult me while I risked getting killed for them? I don't care who tries to guilt me into thinking I was wrong, you, Bourne, whoever. It was the only choice I could make, and if I had to go back, I'd still do the same stuff. I'd just go after them sooner.