[Almost imperceptibly, Giovanni frowns, and there's the slight pull of tension around his shoulders as the man takes this particular line of questioning, as though he perceives some kind of trap. He doesn't know what it's all for, what the Nine could be aiming at with this, and so when he responds it's with a voice laden with quiet caution.]

I'm proud to fulfill the purpose I was designed for.

[Designed-- it's a little slip, something that comes automatically but which, perhaps, he ought not to have used. A small indication that he's something other than a trained soldier. Something worse than that.

But it's the second question he struggles with the most-- it's not as though he could choose a different life, his path would always be the same no matter how many times it started over, isn't that right? Something created in a lab, meant only as a weapon, there is no other path for him. Never mind the small quiet sickening whisper that says if he'd been given the choice, he'd have chosen not to live at all.

But he doesn't say that, of course. Only shrugs. Smiles his hard little smile.]

And my apologies, Sir, but I don't quite know how to answer your second question. I don't see how my life could ever have gone any differently.

[It doesn't belong to him, you see.]