[He's silent for a long time after Souji finishes, processing all that he's said. It's an incredibly bleak and depressing story. What must it be like to know what your future holds before you even live it? What does it take to wake up every morning, knowing you only have a short amount of time to live. While in the village, Souji is guarded from his fate. But for how much longer?]

I guess I would be just the opposite of you. My early life to some would seem just as ancient, even though it's only been seventy years. I was supposed to die. My country won the war. That was supposed to be the end of it. But it wasn't.

Seventy years later I'm found at the bottom of the ocean, frozen within the scraps of the plane I crashed myself. And I'm breathing. Still, after all that time. I didn't age. I didn't wither away. It was like I was left behind by time. [His gaze goes distant.] Unfortunately the rest of the world wasn't spared. I woke up to a world so different from the one I left, with no one left that I still cared for.