Reaching, Gadreel rested his hand on Sam's. Something he had considered himself, trying to find some way to contribute if he'd remained unable to pilot another Jaeger. "I had been training on one of the repair teams in the evenings. To learn how to care for them if I could no longer drift."

That way he could assist, but remain in the shadows, further away from the pilots, away from those who still blamed him for his failure with Eden. "Perhaps one day you will still make Marshall."