Units don't matter, do they? That's what I was taught. What is a unit? It's part of a whole. And what matters? The whole. That's all. If a unit fails, falls, along the way, then what matter is it? What matter is it, unless it causes the whole itself to perish? The whole, the complete...that's all that matters, ne? That's what I was taught.

Every time I heard a scream on the battlefield..it didn't matter. It was just a loss of a unit. But if I heard a horse..that meant..that meant one of the commanders had fallen. That could be bad. That's when I got scared. When I heard too many horses' death cries. I watched my friends collapse beside me, holes littering their body...holes for the whole. It stopped hurting..it stopped hurting after they taught me that lives were meaningless. The only thing that mattered was the whole. And that's what I'm here for. I'm here for that thing that is us. That thing that governs us. The whole.