#066 Took hold of the infant, taking him to his quarters.
"Welcome, you will be called #138. We expect great things from you. You've been born into dangerous times, a sharp mind will be key to survival. But as often as not, it will be your physical inheritable traits that win the day, and in this regard, you'll be superior to your comrades. For you are a Sillumir, one to be part of ARC, something truly special.”
Watched as the oem’ii glared towards him, lying in his crib.
"With your birth comes a solemn vow, you will have nothing, your privilege is the dirt. In the darkness, only ambition will guide you. The oath you swear, the promises you make, are yours and yours alone. Your freedom will be the wars you end, your entitlement, the pain that you endure. Rest easy, little oem’ii"