If someone had asked Malin before his rebirth what was the most important thing to him, he would have said that he had already lost the most important thing in his life, and there were many things that were second in importance.
For instance, the lovely memories from his youth when he sat on the old headmaster's knees in the orphanage, listening to stories with his companions.
As he grew older, he met the most important person in his life, held her hand, grew up together, only to suffer the helplessness of losing each other in life and death.
Getting a bit older, he became a soldier, spent time in the military, and still remembered his instructor, an interesting middle-aged man, serious, earnest, responsible. Back then, he seemed more reliable than the always-idle company commander. Now it seems it might have been just a double act between the company commander and the instructor, much like in a play where there always needs to be both a hero and a villain.
