What does it matter? What do we have when you people leave? We're just obstacles... created to be defeated and forgotten. I don't matter in the slightest. I'm nothing. My life, my memories... my friends... It's all fake. Why are you trying to cheer me up? How does this benefit you at all? But I'm not even a real person. Would I even belong? "A friend." You're a strange little character. Suppose I can give it a try. All I ask is we don't tell the lads about this. They're a couple of bright-eyed yobbos, and I don't want to drag 'em down with me. We won't know for sure until we get back to the others. They're good fighters though. I taught them everything they know. Oi! Don't get to comfy lads. Looks like they've sent someone after us.