[h3] Lilly's Post [/h3]
Had Celeste known what Lilly was thinking, she would have been greatly relieved. The topic of her grandmother was completely overshadowed by the remark about possibly getting killed. [b]"Oh..."[/b] Lilly went silent for a moment, saddened by that depressing thought. She slowly combed her hair, planning out what she was going to say. [b]"Well... I am sure that we will be fine. For one of his race, Sergeant Harald seems to be a competent leader. He did manage to lead squad four out of Rinneheim with no casualties. I am certain that our chances of surviving the war are significant."[/b] Lilly spoke in a calm and measured tone, choosing her words carefully and deliberately. To anyone else it would just seem like a slightly more formal version of her typical elegant speech, but the reality was that focusing on the words she chose prevented her mind from straying back to something she would rather forget - the battle of Rinneheim. Forcing a more happy and less somber tone, Lilly decided to speak of her origins for the sake of continuing the conversation. 

[b]"I, myself, hail from my family's estate north of Eindon. As I said in the meeting, my father owns a collection of arms factories, and I was raised to be his heir."[/b] Lilly smiled, pausing her brushing as some memories started to surface. The rare days where she was able to leave the estate and travel around were some of her favorite memories. [b]"The town and country side there is very pretty, and there was a beautiful river only a short distance away from the estate. My family maintained a small cottage there for summer trips. I wonder if we'll ever get to see it. Maybe Sergeant Harald would let us visit there if we ever get vacation leave!"[/b] Resuming her brushing, Lilly let out a girlish giggle as she envisioned the squad relaxing at the cottage on a day off. It certainly was a much better mental image than that of them constantly in battle.

[h3] Evan's Post [/h3]
Evan was shocked by Paul's sudden outburst. He wasn't sure what had gotten into the kid, but what ever it was, it was not good. He was obviously frustrated. Or scared. Or angry, and Evan didn't know which. [b]"Hey it's alright, kid. That's what training battles are for. Even if we couldn't hope to win that battle, we all still learned something from it, right? Real war isn't any different, so we've got to train for every situation, even if it is an impossible one."[/b] Clapping Paul on the shoulder, Evan stood up. [b]"I'm sure we'll all do better next time."[/b]

He somewhat undermined what he said to Paul when Alex spoke up and asked what he thought of their commander. Stretching and pacing around the room a bit, he only replied with a non-committal [b]"No comment."[/b]. Eventually he did elaborate, though, not wanting people to get the wrong impression. [b]"He's a Darcsen, and I'm really not seeing any examples of prime leadership coming from him. Then again, this was only our first day, and..."[/b] He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, before continuing. [b]"We didn't exactly follow his orders to the letter in that battle, so... No comment. You?"[/b]