~February 2074~
Every time I begin to open my eyes to another day in the woodwork, I find myself thinking this world is a miserable place to be.
And I don't say that like I'm some kind of pessimist, either... It really is one. Every day, I, a God Eater, and many others like me, have to step out into the barren wastes that used to be our thriving civilization. Whether it's to fight freakish monsters, to watch over the Outer Ghetto, or take down something that made prey of our comrades, the business just doesn't get any easier. It hasn't, and it probably never will, not even after a few years' time. Though on the other hand, maybe we'll have wiped them out within that time, finally giving the world a chance to mend its wounds, and giving the rest of humanity a moment to thrive again. Hah, like that's a possibility...
Idealism was never really my strongest suit, anyway. I'd much rather keep things level. Realistic. Even if I relax a fair bit more than my friends're used to, especially Gil...can you believe how much he'd freak out at me for not keeping my equipment in top shape?
...Well, I'm getting a little off track. One way or another, something's going to give -- whether it's us, or the Aragami themselves.
And as I set off towards the God Arc hangar to prepare for another inevitable mission, I find myself wondering if the day will bring something else to me; whether it's a glimmer of newfound hope, or another patch of hard times for the road. Whichever it is, I'll give it my all--
Because that's my duty as one of the last lines of defense for humanity.