[He tells himself he shouldn't feel pleased to hear that the people here need help, could use his skills. He shouldn't take any satisfaction or joy from their hardships. It's just that hearing that he could do some good, he could be of some help, he could have a purpose-- it's exactly what he needs.

A machine without purpose is useless junk, just like what he's packing up in his duffel bag.]

I would be deeply gratified to assist in any way I can. I was a soldier. Survival means little to me if I cannot serve some greater purpose than my own existence. [Well, he just came right out there and said it, huh...]