Jiang Qiuqiu noticed the change in his expression and asked curiously, "You seem to really want me to join the Spirit Healing Department. Is piloting mecha a bad thing?"
"No," Mo Si said, his gaze drifting out the window. "There's nothing wrong with piloting mecha. You're very talented in that area, too."
"But—"
"Qiuqiu." Mo Si looked at Jiang Qiuqiu, his dark eyes filled with a myriad of emotions. "Look behind you. That's Federation University and the Federal Military Academy. Nearly half the people there are Mecha Soldiers, but people in the Spirit Healing Department make up only one in ten thousand. Mecha are great, but the Federation needs Spirit Healing Masters more."
"Every year, countless soldiers returning from the front lines wait for treatment from a Spirit Healing Master that never comes. Every additional Spirit Healing Master brings the Federation another glimmer of hope."
