"Oh," she meets his eyes with a sympathetic look. It wasn't a very good thing to relate to him about, but she did. "I'm glad you found your own purpose. When you go back I hope you'll see the world." Everyone deserved the chance to be free and see what they wanted to see.

She bites down on her lower lip and frowns at the question. It's not a wrong one, just a bad memory for her. Still, there isn't a long hesitation before she answers. "The military. Our parents sold us to be weapons and the military didn't want to lose that. Some people like power too much." From what he's said it sounds like he might understand that sort of idea. To the military they weren't kids, they were weapons of mass destruction. Power like theirs couldn't really be controlled though. Especially when they turned out to just be a bunch of angry kids with a lot of issues.