[Fighters - no, that isn't quite what he means at all. Shiroe blinks and casts a fleeting look over the crowd himself. The change in setting from the place that was not his home to this one is not dramatic enough to shake his harsh judgement of others so quickly, but he is aware that he's painting with a wide brush.

Everyone is someone. That's true. Everyone is someone with a past and the ability to remember it, and so far Shiroe has barely a year to his name and nothing to show for it. Somehow, going from one end of the spectrum to the other in terms of the people around him has not improved his mood. About other people.

But probably he's just a little boy with a superiority complex. Surely.]

If you ask me, it's nothing. But they'll feed us all kinds of stories about improving the human race and returning to Terra, so pick whatever you want to believe.