Joshua

This entity's abhorrence and fear toward canine creatures are out of this world, and it's still not known why that is so, though it's speculated to be linked to a part of the "Angel" conversion process. Joshua refuses to admit fear of dogs; simply put, they just will not own up to disliking dogs no matter what. In contrast, they appears to be favored by feline creatures, particularly those general pet and stray cats, but they doesn't get many opportunities to interact with cats within the Citadel.
Some of the Citadel members (e.g. Fenia from the Destroyer) have an unfathomable animosity, or perhaps fear, toward Joshua, hence making it vital to prevent them from crossing paths in unmonitored situations in everyday life. Their combat attire and weapon are specifically designated by them and are not required to conform to the Citadel's relevant combat regulations.
Maybe Joshua's way of doing things will cause some misunderstandings, but they has never failed to live up to the name of an Angel. As it happens, the meaning of "Angel" has even been redefined by them. Saviors of others may not necessarily care about others' hardships, and enemy conquerors may not truly want to obliterate enemies. Imparting knowledge is simply an integral deed; Joshua does not harbor any added good or ill will toward other humans. What is left after the needless parts are discarded may not be pure, but it is ultimately indispensable.
So, this begs the question—how much of what is left still belongs to this body, the real Joshua?

The recent analysis of the target entity has once again exceeded our expectations. Following the Angelic Transformation, the entity's overall capabilities have significantly improved across all aspects. Despite this progress, the entity has not yet reached the perceived boundaries of what defines an "Angel." It prompts us to question: Do Angels truly have limits? Given their mission of world salvation, it is crucial to continue exploring their potential until a definitive threshold is established.
Different from other Angels, this entity demonstrates a willingness to engage in experimentation without resistance, fear, or emotional instability. They proves to be an exceptional subject for this project. If we halt our investigations out of so-called humanitarian concerns, we risk closing off avenues to uncovering further uncharted territories.
Hence, this conference proposes to the entire Source Citadel to resume the ■■■■■■ Plan of the Angel Project.

— Excerpt from an confidential document

"Why are you sharing this with me? Is it an attempt to reassure me? Or an indication that the Citadel has stopped their research on me? How preposterous. I stand firm in my belief that they lack the capability to cause me harm, just as I doubt they will easily abandon their study of an Angel. Moreover, before I consented to the experiments, I had already steeled myself to confront any horrors, regardless of what they may entail... or what I may be transformed into."
Even when faced with evidence depicting them as an experimental subject, Joshua remains resolute.

"You performed exceptionally in the previous operation. We'll be relying on you for the next operation, Joshua."
"You're amazing, Joshua! If only I could be such a distinguished member just like you! When we come back, could you provide me with some training sessions?"
"I have full confidence in our upcoming operation, especially with Joshua at the helm."
"Captain Joshua! We've detected abnormal morphic field fluctuations. Please proceed with caution. We've got your back!"
In Joshua's dream, they revisited memories filled with laughter and joy. Just hearing these familiar voices from the past filled their mind with warmth.
Ah, flowers. Joshua noticed small, white blooms adorning their limbs and the surroundings. They found themselves surrounded by flowers. Despite unable to recall the name of the flower, Joshua remembered their significance: they were flowers for the deceased.
A shadow swiftly blanketed the wilderness, casting a grayish pallor.
"Live on..."
"Please! Help us!"
"Captain Joshua... you'll achieve... our..."
"Survive at all costs!"
Joshua tightly held the flower in their hand. A vibrant crimson hue seeped from the petals and roots of each flower beneath their feet, turning the field into a sea of blood. Amidst this sanguine expanse, Joshua looked up at the sky. A question emerged from an unknown source, and they awoke.
The dream faded, along with the ocean of blood, petals, and echoes of the past. Lingering in Joshua's mind, alongside a sharp headache, was a persistent question—or perhaps a curse, a label they refused to accept—the genesis of all things.
"So, you're volunteering for the Angel Project?"