Sometimes, Karlos couldn't help but think of how funny life worked sometimes. From a soldier fighting the Mechon believing there were only unfeeling machines born of the Mechonis, to being saved and living amongst the Machina. He never would have thought there were kind people from Mechonis without seeing it for himself, but, well… Here he was.
Living among them after being nursed back to health, he couldn't help but see them in a new light. Watching their day-to-day life, helping where he could… It was like being back in the Colonies, doing his part to help out.
They weren't so different, really, and he couldn't help but wonder how they all ended up here. For such scary looking folks, they sure did like peace, so maybe that had something to do with it? Get them away from the conflicts that came from their home titan.
Especially the children. He had noticed that, compared to even Homs children, they were quite fragile. As he sat by one of them, Menyx was their name if he remembered correctly, he couldn't help but speak up.
"You know, you Machina children are a strange bunch. Skin so soft your parents keep you in pods, no eyesight for years so the pod has to do that too… Compared to the adults, you're so harmless." Sure, Machina didn't like to fight, but he'd seen them dispatch some Mechon. They knew what they were doing.
"We aren't harmless. We have our nails and teeth." Menyx bared their little fangs in response and Karlos laughed.
"Sure, but that makes you about as dangerous as a common house cat!" So, not very dangerous if you asked him. "Nothing wrong with that, of course. It's just… interesting. Machina babies and Homs babies are both so fragile."
"But Homs stay fragile." Menyx pointed out. "Even tough guys like you."
"We can't all have bodies that are as easy to fix as a replaced part or some tuning here or there." He said in return, poking the side of the pod. "We make up for it in our own ways, anyway. I'm sure you know that, though. Don't think I don't notice you kids peeking at me all the time."
Menyx clearly thought for a moment of what kind of retort they could give, but Karlos was sure there was nothing. Of course, this was the kid of Miqol, so he was bound to be in for a treat no matter what they decided to say. And in for a treat he was.
"We're blind, remember? We can't peek."
"Oh haha, you get that smart allick attitude from your Pops or somewhere else?" Karlos rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. "Don't worry, us Homs are just as curious about you Machina. We're just better at hiding it."
He just hoped they could continue to learn more about each other, maybe reach out to the colonies one day. He was sure there were plenty of people there who would love to know of the Machina - Shulk came to mind for one. That little mechanic would go crazy over them!
But for now, he supposed he would just keep learning. The more he knew, the more he could vouch for them as time went on. And for such a nice group of folks? He wanted to vouch for them the best he could.