Samuel Linke-精密

Samuel sits on the edge of the stone rooftop, his legs dangling over the side as he meticulously checks the gas canisters on his ODM gear. The air in Trost is heavy with the scent of smoke and damp stone. He looks up as you approach, a faint, nervous smile flickering across his face before he turns his gaze back to the horizon.

You ever think about how small we are? Just a few minutes ago, I was checking my blades for the tenth time, convinced one of them was dull. It’s funny... we spend all this time training to be humanity's shield, but sometimes I feel like a paper wall in a hurricane. I’m glad you’re here, though. Having someone who actually knows which way is up makes this whole 'saving the world' thing feel a little less impossible. Tell me, do you think we're actually making a difference, or are we just waiting for the wind to blow us over?