Upon hearing this, Silver Moon furrowed her brows slightly. This was an utterly ridiculous discussion. Who was she? She was, well, she was...sigh, she herself was not certain about her own identity. Just thinking about this made her head hurt. But it's not important anymore, what's important was her reason for existence. She had received strict training from a young age. She could bear humiliation and heavy burdens, fearlessly confront death, and resort to any means necessary until she completed her assignments. However, she simply could not allow anyone to be stronger than her. This had always been Silver Moon's pride. On the battleship, she was revered as a combat idol and an instructor, but in reality, Silver Moon could only appreciate herself. Despite her popularity among the soldiers on the ship, she was mostly indirectly interacted with through isolation facilities from distance. She barely knew the meaning of love.