[Numb or angry. Kazuhira supposes that he's the latter. He doesn't know that he'll ever get over it. Even with prosthetics, the pain constantly reminds him of what he lost. What he sacrificed.]

But now, all soldiers.

Somehow I think of warrior as meaning more than soldier. Someone who practiced for years, fine-tuned their abilities. From what I hear in our future, most soldiers acquire skills through a pathetic dependence on technology that steals the abilities of others. Strength. Stamina. Perception.

Emulating men who put time and training into building those skills. That definitely was not a future I wanted to contribute to. I wanted to teach, to train.

[Whenever they get closer to the gardens, he goes to pat Cyclonus's shoulder with his false hand, just to make sure he turns with him.]