Right. By...talking about them. [It seems very out-there, but that might be because most of the issues Koby's used to are things like...murder. He can't imagine those being resolved by talking. But the last part he can understand, nodding slowly.] I...want it to be mine. I've always wanted to keep people safe and protect them. Even when I was a little kid.

[The amount of touching is a little strange to Koby, but it's not...bad. Just unusual. He can count the times he's been touched gently on one hand.]

I...thank you. That's nice of you. [Koby stays all scrunched up, but he manages a little smile.] At least it was my choice to enlist. Even if it wasn't the right one, I made it by myself. Nobody forced me. That's...something, right?