[color=Silver][B][I]Archibald Andrews - Sapper[/i][/b][/color]

Archibald looked at the scenes of peace and lightheartedness that were popping up all around him, blinking in puzzlement as he allowed himself to relax. The time for great philosophical questions and shock and trauma and shoothing was gone now, as the group seemed to divide itself into two groups; one with Jean and one with Michael. The group with Jean was engaged in a debate about romance; that was good - the Lance Corporal needed all the distraction he can get. As for the group with Michael, the one with the wounded Darscen soldier, something told Archibald he should stay away; a shadow of fear.

Was the fear of confronting Michael? Or was rooted with someone else; the soldier he was taking care of? He sorted through his memories in the training camp, the soldier's name was Franz and he was a Federation citizen with some Imperial blood... And unlike 'Candy Lady', his behavior around the others rubbed him the wrong way. Nevertheless, he stayed away from the two; refused to even walk towards them and turned to where the love triangle was brewing.

[i]Coward.[/i] A part of Archibald's mind whispered with a sudden chill. [i]How can you raise children in the ways of peace if you cannot overcome your fears and hypocrisies? Unforgiven actions, prejudices at those who [b]may probably[/b] think differently from the party line, those are mere obstacles to overcome.[/i]

The Sapper stopped; turned away from Jean and towards where Michael was trying to help Franz. But as he walked, he kept watch to see if a fallen soldier had a first aid kit to be used. A dead female Medic had one on her; he took it. And so he went to where the other combat engineer was, saying, [Color=#c0c0c0]"You guys need help? I know the civilian form of First Aid."[/color]

And without much fanfare, Archibald bent down to take care of the wounds of someone who raised his hackles, who unknown to him was signaling to his instincts that he was an enemy. But the Cruxian faith's most violated rule in wartime was to love one's enemies; Archibald knew it would be a sin to be one of those violators himself, to not love his enemy when he wasn't even sure the fellow Federation soldier was an enemy.

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