Maybe. Maybe not. But it's only been a week of conditional freedom, and the Soldier really isn't ready to consider life without handlers, without orders. The handlers here aren't so bad, anyway. How do you imagine being something else when you don't remember anything else?

You don't, not right away, anyway. So it continues to focus on its paper folding, expression drifting down into a frown.

Sorry, Kuai. It seems like the Soldier just ran out of words.