No one understood. No one could possibly understand. Even I didn't understand, although I desperately wanted to. I lost my brother at a very young age. I want to know what it's like; death. Leaving this world to enter another. I realize that I was making the young soldier at the 4077 uncomfortable with my constant presence and steady questioning, but the boy was dead one moment and now he was alive. Colonel Potter was sure to reprimand me when I returned from the Battillan, where I was desperately trying to save the life of the fallen soldier. Once I told Colonel Potter my story, I hoped he would have mercy on me.