[He sets his tea down, lacing his fingers together.]
The short answer is that we were drafted into a 'game'. A 'game' that pits parallel versions of Earth against each other in giant robots. Kill the enemy pilot and your version is saved until the next battle puts it in danger. Lose, and your version of Earth is destroyed. And once you pilot, you die.
[He leaves the matter of the letters aside for the moment.]
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[He sets his tea down, lacing his fingers together.]
The short answer is that we were drafted into a 'game'. A 'game' that pits parallel versions of Earth against each other in giant robots. Kill the enemy pilot and your version is saved until the next battle puts it in danger. Lose, and your version of Earth is destroyed. And once you pilot, you die.
[He leaves the matter of the letters aside for the moment.]