They were colorful names. Striker Eureka, Nova Hyperion, Coyote Tango. Ariadne didn't understand them, but they were memorable. Which she imagined was part of the point. Names that could be whispered and celebrated and remembered for all time.

But her smile faded a little as he went on.

"Machines are just that. It's the people who operate them that are a part of something greater."

And if he thought otherwise...then Trench was going to be hard for him, wasn't it? There were no Jaegers here. He had to rely on himself to feel...part of anything.