Even having known this person only a single day, Wufei didn't feel the least bit surprised at Isamu's words. "I expect that everything has some purpose to you. I see only the purpose that exits in the natural order of things. Man grows the rice. He eats it, loves it, dies and eventually becomes part of it. Rice is like our religion." He smiled at the thought, knowing it wasn't the truest truth in his country, but that no one would deny him his words either. At the very least, rice would always remain important. Only in times like this did the fields lay fallow. "Do you think of me as a victim?" he asked after a second of silence. It was a strange thought and stranger still to single it out, tilting his head slightly to the side in question. Although war hurt him greatly and perhaps even crushed his soul, he never assigned the word 'victim' to himself.