[color=0072bc][h3]Evan's Post[/h3][/color]

[b]"The only reason they survived, [i]Darcsen[/i]"[/b] Carn narrowed his eyes and returned the stare. [b]"is because of how quickly we got to them. If the damn imps had kept fighting, Jatmoor and Kyo would be dead. But you're right. What do I know? I'm just an old mechanic. I'm sure they would have been acceptable losses for a [i]hardened military veteran[/i] like yourself. Alright, now what do you what do ya want me to do? Gimme the damn job."[/b] An older man who was used to wounds like Lilly's being fatal (since civilians didn't have access to the same ragnaid as the military), Evan was unlikely to consider [i]any[/i] severe wounds to be acceptable. And he didn't like how flippant the Darcsen was towards wounds that could easily have turned fatal, damn dark-hairs. The thought that a [i]proper[/i] military commander could have prevented many more wounded constantly bounced around in Evan's head as he begrudgingly listened to the sergeant's orders.