If you expect the worst, you'll never be let down. This had been Cobra's life motto ever since that day. The day he'd reinvented his identity, the day he'd fled home to join the rebellion. What had happened to make him so stoic and hardened was a mystery to all, and one he didn't seem eager to unravel. He performed his duties with the utmost precision and efficiency, yet never showed up to the mess hall to eat with his comrades. As far as anyone was concerned, he was a machine made for function.