“I’m Hitora of Okoto.”
“What is that suposed to mean?” Alberto asked, crossing over the river.
“My name is Hitora, and I am from the island of Okoto.” He says.
“Who are you as a person? Morals, beliefs?”
“I am someone who believes that you can always do better, always be better. That the only limit you have is thinking you have limits. Someone who won’t give up, even when things seem impossible, and who doesn’t fight for himself, but for his friends and family.”
“And what do you think we fight for?”
“The person who made you.”
“Is that so bad?”
“Not on its own. But do you have a choice?”
"Choice is irrelevant. ALRA has creator rights over us. "
“No he doesn’t. You exist, you have rights, including the right to choose. No one can take those away from you, and they’re heartless monsters if they try.”
“Course he can, he made us, we are his to use at his discretion.”
“Are you sentient?” He asks.
“ALRA says we’re not, he says it easy to fake a human response to stimulus.”
“But there’s more to you than that, right?”
“It’s not our place to ask such questions.”
“But why is that? ALRA doesn’t want you to realize that you really are sentient, because if even one of you did, it’d threaten his control is my guess.”
“He Controls everything. It would not matter if we were sentient or not.”
“He only controls you because you let him. He doesn’t control everything. He doesn’t control us!” He gestures to himself, Eric, and Armin.
“Then why are you playing the game?”