Disclaimer: Shotaro Ishinomori's, not mine.
Warning: There are minor spoilers for 'Hello, Old Friend' in this fic. There's also a negligible amount of shounen-ai (Pyunma/Masmado), but nothing worse than you've seen on the show. Yes, anti-yaoi fans, you're watching one of the slashiest animes in existence. :) Also, this was written with a time, so if it seems rushed, I apologize.
Pyunma had joined the rebels in the hope that one day, he could free his country from the puppet government that didn't care that they were starving their people to death in their search for wealth. He had no regrets about his choice. However, there were times when Kibori would tell him to get some rest but sleep refused to come, and he would be reminded that he had killed people that day. More often than not, it was to keep them from killing him or his friends, but that didn't ease the guilt.
It became even worse when Masmado went missing. Along with the guilt now came the sickening feeling in his gut whenever he saw a dead body while on patrol (Why, why did I convince to join the rebels? I don't care if I die, but what about him?), and the mix of guilt and relief when it was the face of a solider he had never met before who looked at him with unseeing eyes.
It was only the idea of a free Muamba that kept him in the war.
So he supposed that there was some sort of karmic justice in the fact that the soldier was turned into a killing machine. There was also a certain irony that he, who had always been in some sort of conflict, was now trying to prevent one from happening. But he wasn't interested in karma or irony. What kept him going now was hope, the hope that one day they would really defeat Black Ghost, and he could go back to a peaceful and free Muamba and do some good for his country that wouldn't involve a gun or senseless death.
And maybe he'll be able to find Masmado then.
