Willem took a few seconds to absorb the questions, getting ready to deliver an answer. He stood up straight and firm, his expression moulding to neutral. 
"Ma'am, I want to become a ranger for two reasons. I want to make sure that humanity gets to live long enough to see past their idiocy, and it would make one hell of a book."
He took a deep breath, contemplating how Iris might react to what he just said. "Do I think I have what it takes to be a ranger? Well, if I did, then I'm sure I wouldn't be asking for this assessment. I'd be so arrogant in my own capabilities that I'd instead probably end up doing more harm than good. What I do have, my fair lady, is creativity. As in, I've always been good at thinking of new ways to defeat an enemy. If I were to lose a friend, sure, I'd be sad, but there'd be nothing I could do about it. Being able to sacrifice a life to save so many others is something I've never been good at, and I'm sure you would know."

Willem took a long deep breath.

"I eat like a pig; lots and lots of meat."