Kasheyev nodded, somewhat hesitant now that he stood before the Premier. His heels clipped smartly together, standing at attention, as was appropriate when addressing ones superiors. He spoke quickly, as though rehearsed.
"Comrade Premier. You ask me to speak of worth, of myself and the Corps. I am afraid I cannot. A man is only as great as the cause to which he devotes himself. Without that, without something in which to believe, he is nothing. He is a shell; he cannot even be called living. It is our cause that gives us purpose, the ability with which we work towards it defines our worth.
Without action, Comrade, there is no cause. Without a cause, one becomes worthless. Until proven otherwise, I am no more worthy then any man you may choose. I do not believe then, that worth can be defined through words. It is a man's deeds that are the truest expression of character. The Glorious Fighter Corps have already proven their capabilities in the war against the Volkhan." Nikolai's face twisted into a sneer as the traitor's name left his lips.
"The Infantry... We did not do so. I do not rejoice in the fact, but it is true. We were little more than observers, at best." The Conscript shuddered, whether the action was due to the cold or memories was difficult to say.
"It is to the Fighter Corps that I owe my freedom. I ask only for an opportunity to repay that debt."
