[ Seeing the pleasant shift in his expression, Allelujah's warms in turn, and he inclines his head also. ]

Allelujah.

[ A name, and not a prayer. Or maybe it's a little of both, if one cared to dig deep enough, but that's for another time. He turns aside to place the boxed gifts on a nearby tabletop. ]

It's nice to meet you, despite the circumstances. [ His palm lingers there on the manifestation of the civilians' feelings towards them. ...Arduous, yes, but honest. ] Truthfully, I wanted to curse it. Ending up here, in another world's war. I felt as though that kind of fight would have no meaning for me. And I had no intention of being someone's soldier.

[ His own war had been to escape that fate. Fighting to end fighting, a contradiction. But he has experience with those. Just like his ideal of destroying the status quo to lay a foundation for peace. ]

But it's not like that at all. I hope that through our actions, we can learn about our enemies and why they fight, also.

We may have no choice but to fight, but to save something — I'm willing to bear that, too.

[ To him, fighting is also a dialog. ]