[Strange. The Soldier tries for a moment to settle on a definition of that word that makes sense to him. He's asked to blend with the crowds more often than not, but that requires the right dress and accent, little effort. There have been overlays placed on him in the past, false memories pressed into the gaps where he only has a lack.
But the mission ends and they're gone. He's made clean again and set into the ice.
What is normal, in that context. The Soldier thinks of the others he's trained through Project Zephyr. The loyalist. The zealot. None are quite the same beyond their loyalty. They do all have one thing in common.]
If you were conventional you'd be expendable. [Canon fodder. He's been given plenty of that under his command, and never missed the ones who don't return. But there's a question still ticking over in his mind.] How would you make me?
no subject
[Strange. The Soldier tries for a moment to settle on a definition of that word that makes sense to him. He's asked to blend with the crowds more often than not, but that requires the right dress and accent, little effort. There have been overlays placed on him in the past, false memories pressed into the gaps where he only has a lack.
But the mission ends and they're gone. He's made clean again and set into the ice.
What is normal, in that context. The Soldier thinks of the others he's trained through Project Zephyr. The loyalist. The zealot. None are quite the same beyond their loyalty. They do all have one thing in common.]
If you were conventional you'd be expendable. [Canon fodder. He's been given plenty of that under his command, and never missed the ones who don't return. But there's a question still ticking over in his mind.] How would you make me?