Telixa stood up, setting her jaw, displaying a calm composure that denied the authority of this sham court. “War is measured in ships and territory,” she went on. “Which planets have we captured? How many ships have we destroyed? We don’t count how many enemy soldiers we kill.”
“Because you’re butchers!” Lonis growled.
Grinning, Anna shook her head slowly. “You think Leyrians are any better?” She got out of her chair, standing beside the admiral in a show of solidarity. “I can promise you that we’re not.”
Guilt clawed at her insides – remorse so strong it made her want to tremble – but she forced herself to stay calm, forced herself to keep talking. “How many Ragnosians died at Alsen’s Hill? I have no idea. We fought, and we killed, and we left bodies in the street. Ragnosian bodies, Al
