Mm? [blink.] Aa, I guess so. I mean, knowing what I know now...it's not very common where you're from, is it? [and perhaps part of making him a vehicle for Nazis to do their thing.

his attention drifts to the table, then to his cards, then...elsewhere.]

Someone I met early on when I joined the SDF...he'd changed a lot of himself, I think. I don't know if he did it by choice, but he'd even augmented his metal arm to form as a kind of mini-cannon.

[he slides one coin over to meet the two already there.]

Not everyone gets a say in what happens to them.