Kale... You are a child.
Ex... Excuse me?
You are a child, Kale. You are 19 years old, yes, but you are still many years my junior. You're constantly tottering off after this-or-that objective, regardless of whether it makes sense to do so in the first place... Quite like a toddler chasing after a set of keys being dangled in front of their face.
Umm... Should I...?
Ah, right. No, Sol, stay here. I want to talk to you about some rather important matters. I just felt I should get that out of the way to begin with. You know... So that our young ward over here doesn't chase a set of keys out the door.
W-what the hell is this about!? You know, I don't ask for much! I work hard, hell, harder than most other people in this damned organization, and yet-
Not now, please, Mister Bauer... The grown-ups are speaking.
Good! Now then, let's get to the bulk of our meeting... Sol, I should hope that you're already up to speed on What AIM is, and the purpose of the candidacy project?
Err... Kind of. I know that I'm part of a project that includes four other people, one of which is Kale, and I also know that AIM is some sort of rebellion. That's about all I've got.
That's a fair amount of explanation out of the way, at least. You never do seem to fail at talking, do you Kale? By-the-by, That's also why choosing to go on a mission that I EXPRESSLY forebade candidates from partaking in was a special kind of insubordination, Kale... You candidates are special... Irreplaceable, even!... Had your craft been shot down with both you, and our new friend inside of it... Years. Literally, entire years of my life would have been for nought.