[ Harold might be a fussy proper old man, but he's a fussy proper old man who lives in New York City, so he has no visible reaction to this admission. He does note that Maria has a dismal opinion of herself indeed, but again is too respectful to acknowledge it out loud. ]

The greater good is overrated, [ he says succinctly, sipping at his tea. Harold had tried to change the world, and it had landed him in a pile of survivor's guilt. ] I'm seriously considering expending my mission rewards on a respectable restaurant next, for one thing.

What's the point in saving the world if you aren't enjoying it?