[He knows what McGillis' defense would be. Communication had gotten muddied in that silent war on Earth. The Tekkadan kids hadn't known better, only following orders that they thought were his. In the end, it had been Orga's own failing, in the way that such a thing would always fall upon the shoulders of the person in charge. It'd been hard to look McGillis in the eye after that, but it'd been harder to look in the face of each and every kid that had lived through hell for weeks before coming to realize that there hadn't even been a point to it.
At least when he'd had kids die in their final push towards Edmonton, it'd meant something.
It's true: this conversation is very casual. But there's a sharpness in Orga's gaze as she speaks that shows that he's still very cognizant of what's going on between them, the uneasiness of a half-baked stalemate. He's being cautious too, even if he's wary of more useless fighting.]
"Just some mercenary," huh.
[He doesn't sound very convinced. From what he knew of the situation on Earth, that could be a handful of people. Some more likely than others.]
You're with Gjallarhorn now, though. Why's that? Why weren't you with this mercenary?
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At least when he'd had kids die in their final push towards Edmonton, it'd meant something.
It's true: this conversation is very casual. But there's a sharpness in Orga's gaze as she speaks that shows that he's still very cognizant of what's going on between them, the uneasiness of a half-baked stalemate. He's being cautious too, even if he's wary of more useless fighting.]
"Just some mercenary," huh.
[He doesn't sound very convinced. From what he knew of the situation on Earth, that could be a handful of people. Some more likely than others.]
You're with Gjallarhorn now, though. Why's that? Why weren't you with this mercenary?