It was a foolish warrior who entrusted his weapons to the care of any man, save himself.
“Obviously, fighting for peace is stupid. That’s why we don’t do it,” he continued flatly. “If you make peace your only goal, then you lose sight of reality. We fight to be free, we fight to defend ourselves and others, and we fight to win.”
Savoy chuckled, however; he had years of reading emotions through the way a soldier held herself in her suit. “If you’re pissed now, you’re gonna be ready to kill me when I tell ya what comes next.”
“Come on, Sarge!” Deacon whined. “Think about it…We’re on another planet, fighting giant spider things, in powered armor…Christ, Sarge, that’s like every sci-fi cliché ever written!”
Note: Ha!