[His faith in the other man might be blind - the whole area of prosthetics is a shot in the dark to him, and he's never seen what Noh-Varr is capable of creating. But he wants to believe that there is room for him to move forward.
There's little else to it but stubbornness.
He might never have pulled through the gushing torrent of his own blood exiting him had he lost his arm to a Titan back home. (And it was so rare to sustain injuries any less grave than death, when it came down to the imbalanced equation of fragile bones versus guillotine-like teeth. He's already tested the hypothesis.) If he could defeat the odds there, then the injury he'd be left with would stump him. It would be the end of the road. The military has little use for a rookie stripped of the ability to fight.
Here and now, though, he takes Noh-Varr's words for a promise that he can be more than his missing parts.]
...Thank you. [The relief that breaks across his voice come through clearly.] I can't even begin to say how much this means to me. It's like getting a second chance, you know?
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There's little else to it but stubbornness.
He might never have pulled through the gushing torrent of his own blood exiting him had he lost his arm to a Titan back home. (And it was so rare to sustain injuries any less grave than death, when it came down to the imbalanced equation of fragile bones versus guillotine-like teeth. He's already tested the hypothesis.) If he could defeat the odds there, then the injury he'd be left with would stump him. It would be the end of the road. The military has little use for a rookie stripped of the ability to fight.
Here and now, though, he takes Noh-Varr's words for a promise that he can be more than his missing parts.]
...Thank you. [The relief that breaks across his voice come through clearly.] I can't even begin to say how much this means to me. It's like getting a second chance, you know?