[ To that, Locus says nothing. If they die, they die. That's what soldiers do. Meanwhile, he doesn't plan on abandoning his position. They'll hold this little spit of land until they're overwhelmed or the planet is glassed, but either way he'll have done his duty. Served his purpose.
The chances of which were extraordinarily high.
His eyes darted back towards Gates where he crouched, all teeth and sharp edges, like one of his blades. He'd die. They all would. And the weight of that threatened to swell up past the numb acceptance he'd nailed in place now and then. He might not like Gates, but--
Swallowing once, tightly, his eyes darted to the side. Then, quietly, he took his hand off his weapon to reach out for the canteen. ]
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The chances of which were extraordinarily high.
His eyes darted back towards Gates where he crouched, all teeth and sharp edges, like one of his blades. He'd die. They all would. And the weight of that threatened to swell up past the numb acceptance he'd nailed in place now and then. He might not like Gates, but--
Swallowing once, tightly, his eyes darted to the side. Then, quietly, he took his hand off his weapon to reach out for the canteen. ]