'A goal,' Khan repeated in his mind as his face grew colder.
Khan had a goal, but it didn't involve the war on Ecoruta or his future companions. The Global Army was a tool that he needed to use to fix his nightmares, and what he had learnt during the crisis on Nitis had made his loyalty waver a lot.
"I don't know if I'm the right person for that," Khan admitted. "I might be simpler than you think, sir."
"I find it hard to believe that," Captain Clayman contradicted. "Everyone in the thirty-seventh battalion has read your profile. Your ability to survive and come out on top of awful situations is unmatched in your generation."
"Is that enough to inspire?" Khan wondered.
"It's enough to make others follow you," The Captain revealed while blowing out a small cloud of smoke. "Your ideals will eventually fill what you lack, but you can get those later on. You are too young for that stuff."
