Vladimir gave way to a brief chuckle, though his question was a serious one.
"The fighter corps of the Coalition is not for the faint of heart. Many before you have made their pledge and died in the process, or shortly thereafter. What makes you think that you are any better? That you have what it takes to stand out from those who want the same as you? Why are you going to live to see tomorrow and leave here as a member of the Coalition's Fighter Corps?" Vladimir lowered his gaze, looking at the drawer under his desk.