I can't deny a horrid curiosity towards it, even though I loathe the idea of it all the same. Even here, words fail to bring us to understanding. It would have had to interface with your mind to function like that, wouldn't it? That's the connection I speak of, not one of understanding, but the ruthless function of a war machine.

[Quattro leans against Zechs, trying to make himself stop talking and kiss him again.]

Change is the natural state of humanity, but that doesn't mean it's easy. The illusion of certainty and control is an appealing alternative to the ever-changing and unknowable present and future.

I'd be very happy, though, to explore together whatever changes such mutual understanding would bring us. If I could stop talking long enough to do so I would kiss you now, but the words won't stop and the more annoyed I am at my inability to stop talking the more words I have to say to express my feelings on the subject.

[Quattro is indeed stuck in a loop elaborating on his feelings about his inability to stop talking.]