“Wait—Stop! We can’t do this! There will be consequences if we go down this path!” Mara continued to plea for us to see reason, but it was too late. The flames I embedded in them were already beyond any hope of containment, by her and possibly even by me.
“Outta the day, doc!” “We have to do this!” “How could we face our nation, knowing we spared the enemy?!”
“We’ll be abandoning our humanity if we do this!!”
“There’s a difference between them and us, Mara, you just have to brush aside your perfect ideals to see it,” I attempted to put a halt to Mara’s obstinacy in accepting what was to come before it escalated any further than it needed to. “A wounded soldier is still a soldier capable of bearing arms and returning to the fight. An unarmed civilian is a passerby, spectating the wh
