Their faces are still untouched, the occasional scar the only altering feature. He dislikes this particular formality; there is no reason for him to see them now, when in days if not hours they'll be unrecognizable. Morale, the only reason he's been given, is a joke. No one else can get you through training. You get yourself through training.
"Recruits." Some of these won't make it; they hold themselves in manners that betray weakness and a lack of determination. Some half look like they're in the Guard already, their eyes the same eyes he sees every day. "Commander Erol Kamis. As Guards, you'll report directly or indirectly to me. I suggest you impress me before then."