"You should've met me right after I died and landed in Beacon," Soldat says with half a smile, looking kind of sad. "I've had two years, now, to get better. Back then I hardly spoke. Couldn't figure out what to do with my own time without orders. Didn't understand humor or. Or kindness, at all. Didn't think I was allowed to have friends or. Or even a name."

They shake their head a bit. "I'm not cool, Inigo. I'm not even really a person. They hollowed me out. I'm still learning things I ought to know. Maybe used to know."