As a soldier, he fulfilled the duties expected of him, but no one gave him the outcome he deserved.
As a messenger, he was less than diligent, even downright lax, yet there were always people gathering around him.
The world was slowly accepting him, and he was slowly accepting this new world.
He was like a newborn baby, taking one step at a time as he wrote his own story.
[Not a Doctor-centered main story, with a more hard-edged style]
[The writing in the first few volumes is pretty bad. Later... it's at least readable]
