[This is all definitely complicated and weird. At least the Soldier is mostly used to not understanding everything going on around it, so it's not like the situation is going to stop it from functioning. It ruffles the spirit's fuzzy head a little, then pushes the little one off its knee so it can pick up the paper again for another boat.]

Thank you.

[Since this fella is being so helpful, the Soldier attempts another question, as it folds paper.]

The spirits attacked before. Were they these spirits?

[The one the Soldier just displaced gets a light pat and a gentle shove towards the crafts, itself. As if the Soldier were nudging a toddler along to play, with its shiny metal arm.]

Or different ones?