Flavio and I signed our names on your promotion order, then for the first time, left with our heads held high. Whether or not you're given a Mecha, that's your concern, not ours.
We returned to the embassy, drank the whole night, and cried the whole night too.
That old guy Flavio cried the loudest, not at all like a president, with tears and snot flowing together. While crying, he praised you all, using every adjective he could conjure from his bald head full of gray hair.
Back then, it was you who covered him as he escaped the Western Alliance's encirclement. At that time, you were forever his pain. Now, once more in the Free World far from Leray, you've planted a seed, tenaciously blooming and bearing fruit... This old man is proud of you.
Not only are we proud of you, but everyone at the embassy howled with joy all night for your victory.
