"Yes, you are right. The people I fight beside back home... we all know one another so well that there is often very little to express on the battlefield. A strength I took for granted until this day." It's going to take time, work, and patience to get to anywhere near the same place in terms of skills and cooperation. Rokuro feels he is beginning to understand Tech, but he is only one of many.

Upon seeing the clone's eyes the corners of Rokuro's lips quirk into an almost smile. Yes, he is pleased Tech has met him on this level (he was starting to think the goggles were his eyes), but Rokuro also has a particular fondness for that hue of brown.

"Your eyes are the same colour as my master's. Like barley tea."