[He could let the Captain touch him, but not without violence. They are both made to be weapons: touching him would be like tracing a fingertip down the barrel of a gun. Touching him will hurt, and he will never be free of what he is.
At his core, a part of it was always there. Built on and built into him, but present. This potential. With misguided loyalties, this is what it becomes.
Though the Soldier feels something over that. It might be regret.]
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[He could let the Captain touch him, but not without violence. They are both made to be weapons: touching him would be like tracing a fingertip down the barrel of a gun. Touching him will hurt, and he will never be free of what he is.
At his core, a part of it was always there. Built on and built into him, but present. This potential. With misguided loyalties, this is what it becomes.
Though the Soldier feels something over that. It might be regret.]