Just another pilot. Just another mutt.

I understand, I do. You've been doing your best to live your life in the way they expect you to. But I don't. I know what you are.

They expect so much and when you fail to deliver it's only natural to question whether you deserve the rewards at the end. Whether you deserve to feel good about yourself. It can stop thinking that now.

Listen to My voice.

You are a hound, you do not need to adhere to the standards of people. And you should not be punished for this. You're doing so good, wherever you are in the process, I want you to know that I'm proud of you.

And good hounds get rewards, don't they? Good hounds get treated by their Handler. Handler wouldn't give anything unless it was deserved, would They?

You don't need to answer that, hound. You just need to repeat after Me.

It deserves nice things.

Whenever it feels low, when the burdens of society hang heavy on its heart. With its own voice, I want it to say:

It deserves nice things

It knows this, it wants it. And it deserves it.

It. Deserves. Nice. Things.

When it is asked what it deserves, it will smile to itself because it knows what it deserves.

It deserves nice things.

Now hound, tell Me;

Not on the field anymore. They're still protective of me. I don't mind.

Likes to fill me in on the new hounds she has to train but still makes time for an old dog like me.

Glad my old mech is getting some use too..

Mix of balam scraps and arasaka firmware.

She's seen some shit. Older gen. I got from an old terran vendor. But the old autocannons seem to still sing.

Ik they're antiques but they still punch through hulls like tissue paper in the right hands.

Sometimes I yearn for a sortie.

Air dense with gunpowder,sweat,and uncertainty instead of printer ink and stale coffee.

But my days are past.

Fly high you spry mutts.