"I don't -- I can't say," he begins, a wariness to his voice that goes along with the fact that nothing in his life is sure, since nothing in his life is really and truly known, "but I feel like where I come from, peace has been the furthest thing from people's minds since we were all born. I feel like, somehow, all I've ever really known is war." But that's not true. Is it? After all, he can remember a life of peace and happiness, a time where he feels utterly content without the threat of a battle.

"Maybe," he sighs, shaking his head. "I have no idea."