"We hold our rifles in missing hands. We stand tall on missing legs. We stride forward on the bones of our fallen. Then, and only then, are we alive. This "Pain" is ours and no one else's. A secret weapon we wield, out of sight. We will be stronger than ever. For our peace ... Still, It doesn't feel like this is over.
— Kazuhira Miller

The world calls for wet-work, and we answer! No greater good. No just cause!