Mifune: How old are you, kid?
Mifune: Should have said sixteen, I might have believed that.
Kid: Okay, I'm sixteen.
Mifune: The minimum age for the Corp's eighteen. Sixteen's too young.
Kid: The machines don't care how old I am. They'll kill me just the same.
Mifune: ...Ain't that the goddamn truth.
Kid: Give me a chance, sir. I won't let you down.
Mifune: You do, and you're gonna find that me and the machines got something in common.
Kid stands at attention, eyes forward. Mifune is in his grill. Kid turns and looks Mifune in the eye and offers his reasoning.