Shirabii

Yes, that was probably true. They would live on the battlefield, fight until their luck ran out, and die there. It wasn’t the kind of life any person should have had to live. And yet…

Shin clenched his fists.

Pride is all we have.

Their parents and siblings died early, leaving them to grow up without the guidance and protection children desperately needed. The only universal constants were the meaningless deaths that awaited them and the scorn and hatred of Republic soldiers. Even from a young age, the Processors knew they were expected to die, and so they grew accustomed to the glare of encroaching death—be it a mere moment or five years away.

The Republic is the enemy.

The scars of the Republic’s atrocities etched into the Eighty-Six, the despair toward this world that runs all too deep, are my—and likely their—greatest enemies