Zech felt a pang of guilt when he saw the girl curled up with Davor. He began to think about all the lives lost in the battle for their freedom. He thought about the friendships ended, the loves lost, and the family members who would never see each other again. He held back tears of his own while Alan continued to patch up his leg.

"I've done all I can do, sir. The medinanobots will take care of the rest. You'll be on your feet in a few days."

"Thanks, Alan... and none of that 'sir' bullshit." He replied with a tired smile. Memories of countless faces flashed through his mind. How many had been killed? How many would suffer the same loss as this girl? Was the price of freedom worth it?
"You'd better go... Make sure to keep an eye on Finn... I get the feeling he doesn't like taking orders."