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Sieghart had been standing in the same spot. His left arm crossed straight over his torso, his right elbow propped upon the left hand that rested at his ribs, and his right arm straight up as his index finger tapped at the side of his mouth. He waited until Siha spoke, rather than making some attempt at "getting to know you" chat.
What...what did you make of all that?
He replied, turning his head to look down to her.
What I make of it is...we're in a bad spot. Captain's right. Splitting up is the way to go. We all know this was a setup from the word go, but we had to play along. A man's dead thanks to this farce. Occupational hazard is one thing, but when people die because we're being sent into a fake mission, it's a problem, orders or no. But at least this way, we can't all get killed if things go that bad. In situations like this, we have to put survival first. You understand that. Right?
The insinuation was heavy, if not obvious. Mission botched from the go. A man dead. The company splitting up and possibly wanted men and women by now... If it came down to it, he meant to see to their well-being first, and their orders second. He was never an actual soldier. Just a mercenary. He didn't follow orders blindly, and he wanted to know where his current unit stood on it.
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When Clio came over and spoke to them, he had no issues with what she said.
I'm not planning on reporting you, if that's what you're worried about. I'd like to get to the Shroud ASAP, but right now, we all need to trust one another. What exactly have you got in mind?
Sieghart had been standing in the same spot. His left arm crossed straight over his torso, his right elbow propped upon the left hand that rested at his ribs, and his right arm straight up as his index finger tapped at the side of his mouth. He waited until Siha spoke, rather than making some attempt at "getting to know you" chat.
What...what did you make of all that?
He replied, turning his head to look down to her.
What I make of it is...we're in a bad spot. Captain's right. Splitting up is the way to go. We all know this was a setup from the word go, but we had to play along. A man's dead thanks to this farce. Occupational hazard is one thing, but when people die because we're being sent into a fake mission, it's a problem, orders or no. But at least this way, we can't all get killed if things go that bad. In situations like this, we have to put survival first. You understand that. Right?
The insinuation was heavy, if not obvious. Mission botched from the go. A man dead. The company splitting up and possibly wanted men and women by now... If it came down to it, he meant to see to their well-being first, and their orders second. He was never an actual soldier. Just a mercenary. He didn't follow orders blindly, and he wanted to know where his current unit stood on it.
~~~
When Clio came over and spoke to them, he had no issues with what she said.
I'm not planning on reporting you, if that's what you're worried about. I'd like to get to the Shroud ASAP, but right now, we all need to trust one another. What exactly have you got in mind?
Theodric Gray
