[Good. That's what he'd deserve.]

A person...? Didn't I tell you already, I was only ever a weapon? People are born; I was made.

What kind of life could I have? What is there for me to live for if not for my obsessions? All I know is the battlefield. All I live for is the weight of a gun in my hand. I will either become the perfect soldier-- the world's greatest soldier-- or die in the trying.