The front: a quiet boy in a pilot suit, hands clasped, half-smile, a line beside him — "Anywhere is fine, as long as I have a place to belong" — ornate black ink flourishes curling around him like static turned to lace. The back shows the unit's angular mech head in purple and white linework, number and series name stamped bold beneath. For everyone who just needed to find their place — and kept going anyway.