Mmhmm. [ Duo nods solidly even as he digs through his next bit of food, not seemingly too bothered by Jim reiterating his age. He's sort of come to terms with the fact that he was never actually fully a child. Being an orphan on the street who needed to survive primarily dashed any hopes of sitting in quiet corner playing dolls long before Duo even knew that sort of activity existed. ]

Sales pitch, huh? [ Duo makes a face as if to consider it, and then maybe in a... shit headed idea to see what Jim would say, throws a hand out before he speaks. ]

Okay, then for the sake of the sales pitch let's say that they tell ya you're trainin' to go to Earth and take on the Alliance to pay 'em back for making your colony so poor it lets street orphans die of viruses instead of helping them and pay them back for exactly two-hundred and forty 'six' - [ Six is in air quotes because lol he's number 246 but he's still alive and the Alliance didn't need to know that. ] - people they slaughtered in a church massacre? Plus interest, of course.

[ A brow raises, curious, though still plugging away at his meal as if all of this is absolutely a story and not an overly simplified life story. ]

I mean I'll kick anyone's ass who wants to try and be the boss of me, and absolutely fucked off my mission parameters once I figured out there were five of us instead of just me like I thought, but.

I was also an angry little bastard from the beginning.