Hell, even when it's not peaceful. They haven't forgotten how complete and useful they felt during the siege, exhaustion and losses aside. Soldat opens their metal palm to consider the remains of their cigarette, then admits, "It's nice. Yes. But don't mind having something to hit now and then, either. Gonna try and take out the spirits that hurt the Inspector once my rifle scope comes in." It makes them feel a little like a failure, that they still feel so comfortable with and ready for violence. But it's not like the training and purpose programmed into them has exactly gone away. Loosened its grip a little, maybe, but not gone away.