Eh? Proud? Manabu blinks, looking over and up toward him. He frowns thoughtfully before looking back, catching glimpse of Big One's train cars starting to move; he still can't tell what kind of operation is happening yet, but--

Ah. No, he sees it now: The rooftop of one of the cars is opening up and lifting cannons out. They must be doing a debris or asteroid sweep! Soon Kazuma will be able to see lasers, too.

"It's...not really a matter of pride," he says, working it out in his head as he goes. "More that...I'm just lucky. We don't really have much say where and when we're born, or what means are left to us when we are. But...I can be proud of having managed to make it that far - far enough to join the crew my father ran, see space the way others can...but I can only be proud of that because I started out being so lucky. If...if that makes sense."