[He doesn't say anything for a moment, crossing his arms and looking down. He remembers the feeling, the searing pain in his head, the voice, seeing him even when no one else could.
And he remembers shoving him out.]
He tried. More than once. [He pauses again, wheels turning, connecting pieces that hadn't quite fit before.] That's what Hojo did to me, isn't it?
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And he remembers shoving him out.]
He tried. More than once. [He pauses again, wheels turning, connecting pieces that hadn't quite fit before.] That's what Hojo did to me, isn't it?
...I'm not a SOLDIER. He made me like him.