"Makes sense. When I was just starting out in this shit, I was on my own, mostly. Classes, or clans... you've got options, at least." Even to himself, Clint sounds like one of those grandpas hobbling around and grumbling, When I was your age, we had to walk uphill to school, both ways!! But oh well. He'll be too old for this life when it finally gets him killed. No sooner.

"Both. But yeah, there's no money in my line of work unless somebody offers it to you." His own personal vendetta does tend to take priority when he gets a lead on it, but of course, he's not going to get paid for that.