"I must disagree," Sanger shakes his head, seating himself on the ground. "It is the easiest thing in the world. Simply do as your heart says, and it will not lead you astray. What is it you want to do? That is your calling."

For Sanger, it had been easy to decide. There never was anything but mastering the sword for him. To use it in defence of those who had no fangs of their own, he had joined the Steel Battalion. And now, after a death and rebirth of a kind, he is here, in Union, a lone warrior.

"And when you've found that path, you will inevitably find yourself." He finishes, perhaps not realising that Sophia meant literal amnesia as opposed to a metaphor about the confusion that all people face. But perhaps his answer would be the same either way: Find what you want, and go do it.