[9S visibly flinches, his teeth pulling into a grimace. His jaw can almost be heard straining as he grits his teeth, and he feels an anger boil up in him at her casual, coarse observation.

How can she say something like that? How can she not care? His chest twists, even as the words spill passionately from his lips, and he feels awful for each and every one of them.]

Impressed...? Humanity was ravaged by an incurable disease, and then the aliens invaded Earth with their damned machines. Humanity didn't deserve any of that! We've been fighting this war for hundreds of years, and we still haven't won...

We fight, all while the remaining humans are stuck on the Moon, waiting every day to return to Earth. And you're impressed?