And Jr. was about to keep that first conversation moving by suggesting some totally awesome scenarios they could create and fight out in the Sensoriums together. Instead, he clenched his right fist a little tighter, and he remembered how much he hated their trip to Galilee in that moment. Not only for how they they treated him, as well as his friends and everyone else who didn't deserve to be marked as tools, but because that entire experience basically revealed what he was to the rest of the crew. Something Jr. was never too keen to speak up about, and would have preferred not to for as long as he could. Sure, everyone sympathized, and sure he knew he wasn't alone in being what he was, but he had gotten that already from those that he knew from home. It helped where it mattered, but in other places it didn't help at all.

Jr. liked Zouichi. And from the experiences that they shared together, he was one of the few people on the ship that he could say he trusted, too. He wondered what Zouichi himself felt about what he was, now that the question hung there above them. Being forced to do what you were created to do, against what your will wished to do ... that had been Canaan's plight. "I truly want another reason to exist." But Zouichi seemed, from what it sounded like to Jr., to be fighting for something not-so-bad. Maybe that was why he found it easier to do what he was created to do? He wondered what sort of life was in store for the Realian-like creation if they all returned home and he finished his mission. But for all Jr. knew, Zouichi's creators could have just promised him one thing and meant something else entirely, just like his own father.

He mulled over the question for a couple of moments, expression hardening as he quickly dropped the childish smile. "I'm not completely unhappy with who I am," he finally answered. Short and roundabout, but hey, Zouichi did say who.