Redhawk Caldera who tells interns what to do.

The question asked was one he often asked himself. Is it what he wanted? Fig could never give a satisfactory answer to himself, so he doubted he would be able to provide one to Phox. The truth was he simply didn't know. He had never aspired to become a leader. The thought had never even occurred to him until Towhee planted it there. But it had made him realize that he really hadn't thought of his future at all up until then, and it probably should have.

All of these thoughts whirled in his head in the moments before he answered, but he picked the ones that he most wanted to get off his chest. "I've honestly never thought before about what I wanted..." Fig admitted, feeling foolish, "Not before this, anyway. I've always just thought about today and tomorrow. Maybe next week or this Winter. I've never thought about what I wanted to become, or who, other than just someone... useful."