That felt a little closer to the truth. Zero's head rolled to the side as he scratched the back of his neck, then pulled his hair over his shoulder.

Quietly, he muttered, "It's always been different. Nothing about peace feels normal to me..."

Idly, he ran his fingers through his hair. A little more confidently, he continued, "But I know weapons. It's the only expertise I have, whether I like it or not... it's my only use."

A statement spoken with an air of resentment, but it was nonetheless true. It's what he was built for, but more than that, it was the one thing above all else he excelled at. No matter how much he wished he could help people any other way, he would always feel most comfortable in his own skin in battle.

"Regardless of my body, I am a weapon I need to learn to control."