The Admiral offers devil's bargains behind the rest of reality's back and meddles with the souls of the dead. If I had any other choice, I wouldn't be here, but given that the only thing of any certainty seems to be that he fulfills said bargains, here I am. 'Trust' is not a word I'd use in regards to him, however.

[ ...actually, to be perfectly frank?]

...also, 'the Admiral' is the name of my friend Georgie's cat so I honestly can't take the damn thing seriously.

[ He clears his throat.]

The fact of the matter is, just because something has been contained doesn't mean that it will remain so. Either through incompetence or pure, unfortunate, luck.