To my standards? There's a very strict expectation of what life should be and mean and what you do with it back in Japan. But I do think it should be more...

More than a nine to five. More than a wife and kids. And more than being ground under the heel of the machine. That's impossible for most. Society has to continue to chug on. But I want more... I don't want to ever be some cog. Your life feels very... different. Thrilling.

Your atrocities are too great to comprehend. They are on an impossible scale. But there is a freedom to it that most will never have. To go where you have gone and see what you have seen and talk to who you have talked to... A fraction of that would be a life worth living.

[He sips his drink as he continues to ponder just how he wants to phrase what he wants to say.]

Life is a cage and a life to my standards would be to break free of it. [His code name is... was Crow. His motif was a bird. The cunning and crafty bird of many stories and legends.] A life to my standard would be flying free. Leaving everything behind and finding a place that might be worth staying at for a small amount of time. To never be at the risk of being grounded...