I’m just an instrument of war right? A tool to be used for one purpose. I’m equipped for survival, for destruction, for competition. That’s all I’ve ever known.
Why do these people love me? How do I respond with these feelings? Am I really capable? What good do you see in me? Why?
How powerful are you? Can you really use me for this purpose? How is that possible?
You are able to use chaos and destruction for something good. Make me new.