“But… aren’t we all children of the Empire?” Mamoru asked, and of course, he would think that. That was what he had been told in every story and song since he learned to speak. “Don’t we have to trust our government?” “I suppose so,” Misaki said, and before she could stop herself—“if you really want to be a child forever. Do you, son?” She looked sharply at Mamoru in the growing light. “Or do you want to be a man?”
