"Yes you do." A shrug; everyone wanted something at some point. Maybe he'd find out what eventually, maybe not. It mattered little. The Soldier's opinion on it mattered less; he knew that remained constantly no matter which side of him was in charge. "Maybe you don't know what, but everyone wants something."

He shook his head — which didnt help the headache at all — and crossed his arms over his chest. Defensive? Possibly. Over it? Definitely. "I told you already. I don't have a name. I'm not whoever you think I am. No pretending; that's reality."

He remained quiet for a long moment. "You'd help yourself more by forgetting you met me."