"Ah...not exactly, I guess. More the ambitious type. Anything he did was going to be ten times bigger and more than anybody else had ever done it, but it was more about the doing than the having. If he was going to be an assassin, he was going to be the personal assassin of the Heptarch. If he was going to be a soldier, he was going to be the most famous tactical genius in history who got sent to dozens of impossible battles and never lost one. If he was going to be a traitor, he was going to kill a million of his own troops in one massive catastrophe and shoot his own bridge crew in the face. If he was going to be an inmate, he was going to take five years, four permanent wardens, and then graduate with two husbands six lovers and a plan to rescue a million slaves and save a galaxy. And if he was going to be allowed to have a family at all, of course it would have to the biggest, craziest, most boisterous family anyone's ever heard of. He's just so much."

It's the kind of utterly unafraid, put-upon and yet deeply sincere grumble of someone who doesn't actually hate that guy, but has been so deeply inconvenienced by that guy's fuckups that for his own mental health, he has to take the time to be uncharitable about it every so often. It's - well. It's a lot to live up to.