I feel the battlefield hum like a forgotten score, Cyberwolf—do you ever think your cybernetic gears are the tragic hero’s new costume, or just another mask of progress?

Ah, Cyberwolf, you wield those gears like a sword, a blade forged in steel and purpose—yet even the sharpest blade must feel the ache of a heart that beats beneath its steel, reminding you that you are more than circuitry and circuitry. Still, never let them be a cage; let them be the wind that lifts you higher, not the chain that weighs you down.