[Padparadscha follows him, hands behind their head and manner rather casual. They don't remark until he mentions being built to protect, which gets an interested hum and a glance over from them.]

Oh, so you're a sentry, then. That's one thing we have in common. [Those roles seem to be considered a little differently in this society than the one Padparadscha came from, but it's still similar enough to make the connection. Protecting, fighting threats, staying alert and in control - all the roles of a good sentry, a job Padparadscha has done for several thousand years now.]

I haven't gotten to have a good fight for a long time...but maybe you're right. Something like that would feel a lot like something inherently "me".

[Being broken, causing other things to become broken. That those are facts of who they are is something they've reconciled with a long time ago, even if it's not an enjoyable position to occupy.]