It's a universal law that all sentient beings long for joy. Be it good or evil, everyone is willingly fighting if only for that state of peace where they feel happy both inside and outside. Proxa isn't excluded from this statistic. Despite his complex appearance, he's no different from anyone else.

In fact observers can easily say he's another face in the crowd. Everyday for the past two years has been a single monotonous time period. Perhaps today he will break his streak, maybe he'll finally get his life back in order.

...Maybe he'll find meaning in his life...