To become better, soldier. To become worthy of chaos. Of Ephes.

( He seems all once impassioned, voice warmed by an excess of sincerity. As if the very specter of his mission consumes him. )

Is that not who we should be? We are the cocoons, soldier. We were born in crippled in deformed bodies, and the water unleashes us. It is like. In. The womb. We grow with it. We improve with it.