"Someone before?" He looks up, looking at Rung from the corners of his optics. Gold Foot. Of course. He knew that, on some level. The Captain had told him as much. He was Gold Foot before he was MG, before he was a soldier, but...
What makes a person?
He has no memories of this Gold Foot. He barely knows how he knows Windy. He calls Captain "aniki" because it feels right and not because he remembers the Captain being a brother. He is MG, foot soldier, serial number MG-02-G015. He has gone under the drills three times does not know who Gold Foot is.
"If the owners reformatted you, or Quick, or Captain... they had reason." Even as he says it it's clear to see he doesn't believe it. It is simply the coding that makes him say it. His mouth twists and his fingers tighten around the oil can, threatening to crush it. "But..." He pauses and lifts his head, looking straight at Rung through his visor. "You do not have an owner. There... there are no owners here. So... so reformatting would not be performed even for the most grievous of crimes, would it?"
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Date: 2023-12-06 10:33 pm (UTC)"Someone before?" He looks up, looking at Rung from the corners of his optics. Gold Foot. Of course. He knew that, on some level. The Captain had told him as much. He was Gold Foot before he was MG, before he was a soldier, but...
What makes a person?
He has no memories of this Gold Foot. He barely knows how he knows Windy. He calls Captain "aniki" because it feels right and not because he remembers the Captain being a brother. He is MG, foot soldier, serial number MG-02-G015. He
has gone under the drills three timesdoes not know who Gold Foot is."If the owners reformatted you, or Quick, or Captain... they had reason." Even as he says it it's clear to see he doesn't believe it. It is simply the coding that makes him say it. His mouth twists and his fingers tighten around the oil can, threatening to crush it. "But..." He pauses and lifts his head, looking straight at Rung through his visor. "You do not have an owner. There... there are no owners here. So... so reformatting would not be performed even for the most grievous of crimes, would it?"