Milo Pressman
Well, now I feel like a hero.
And I really don't know why the hell I just did that.
I was shot in the arm earlier, after my first day on the field. I was happy to be alive.
Then what'd I do? Give myself up, offer up my life to a bunch of terrorists for someone I barely knew.
Well, I guess I loved her, but she loved some other agent, I don't know who.
I could've pointed at her; really, she wasn't that great of an Agent in Charge.
I was a far better analyst, surely more valuable to CTU at the time.
And she tried to stop me…
If she wouldn't have done that, I wouldn't of continued. If she would of left me alone, I would've known she didn't care about me, and it didn't matter to me if she was shot dead.
When she tried to stop me, I knew she cared, and, because of that, I knew her life was worth saving. Life is confusing, huh?