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Hanson Seuclid, Sirius Free[/color][/h3][/center]
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[color=7ea7d8]"Maybe not my type but you two seem closer than just lab rat and scientist."[/color] Hanson sat up and crossed his arms as the kid across from him began to fall into moral quarrelling with himself. He let out a sight as the kid depressed even Hanson. [color=7ea7d8]"Kid, if you haven't killed yet then don't get into a slump about it before it happens. There's murder that happens in the colony between two people, and then there's killing on the battlefield. When you fly out there, with allies besides you and enemies in front of you, you won't have time to think about any of that. It's not training, the pilot across the emptiness, inside the metal coffin just like you, will be firing real bullets. If they're a true soldier they will aim to kill you from the first shot, and if you just sit there racking your head over how you'll feel after it, you'll be dead. On the battlefield you don't just fight because someone in a chair told you to, but because someone across from you wants to remove you to save themselves. You can quarrel over how you feel when you're safe in your bunk. As for your little watcher..."[/color]

He let out another sigh and shakes his head. [color=7ea7d8]"She must be screwed in the head to think like that. Humans fight, that's natural, because someone somewhere isn't getting his way and will want that to change it however he can. Ingrained? You'll find groups that survive without conflict for a long time. The larger the group, like a lot of people wanting to step down to the authentic ground stuck in a spinning can, the more likely someone wants to fight."[/color] Hanson finished off the cooked vegetables in the bowl, running his fork around the grimy inside. [color=7ea7d8]"Of course this is from an old barbarian from an age where peace was a rare commodity. In this age we're just fighting anyone who comes up in a good old rocket, I'm quite missing the constant launches of supplies and men up here to fight on against..."[/color] Hanson paused in his recollection as he remembered which side he was on now. [color=7ea7d8]"The enemy. Guess they don't matter anymore."[/color]

Hanson didn't register the girl coming over, a well known underground idol whose music most of the other soldiers hoarded. He had listened to the originals from his own timeline so hers were not as enticing. [color=7ea7d8]"Well little Izumi, philosophy is the major every soldier chooses, no better place than the killing field to mull over the complexities of life and death."[/color]