Sticks and stones, Ana. We're all murderers, so don't play the holier than thou card on me. How much blood do you have on your hands? Soldiers are murderers, but we get pedaled the heroes for innocent people cowering in their homes. We kill guilty and sometimes innocent alike. How is what I'm doing now any different than when I working under government or UN leashes?
[He shook his head, stepping off of the branch so he glided down to the ground. His wings folded and returned to being his coat, and he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew that Ana and other men and women of the uniform would understand to a degree, but it was easier to turn their backs on comrades gone rogue.
After all, loyalty to country and soldier were deeply ingrained in them both. They did not, in general, hunt their own.]
It isn't. [It was an excuse to get Ana to do something about Jack being antisocial and stubborn about the whole affair. It wasn't as if he cared where he lived or even how he lived. He was here for a purpose, and he would see that through so he could return to the real war.]
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[He shook his head, stepping off of the branch so he glided down to the ground. His wings folded and returned to being his coat, and he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew that Ana and other men and women of the uniform would understand to a degree, but it was easier to turn their backs on comrades gone rogue.
After all, loyalty to country and soldier were deeply ingrained in them both. They did not, in general, hunt their own.]
It isn't. [It was an excuse to get Ana to do something about Jack being antisocial and stubborn about the whole affair. It wasn't as if he cared where he lived or even how he lived. He was here for a purpose, and he would see that through so he could return to the real war.]