“First for everything.”

He likes the journey up – it’s like he’s going home, heading to where he’s supposed to be. It’s probably sad that he’s most at home when he’s inside of a Jaeger, when he’s piloting with his old man. It’s the only thing he’s good at, unleashing all that pent up fury on a kaiju via machine.

“Guess I could,” he concedes, allowing his lips to quirk slightly. “Part of being a pilot, I reckon. Protecting the general populace.”