[ It hadn't been pretty, the worst sort of argument, the one of brutal truths and unpleasant realities. They'd been the ones to make her understand just what she was facing by refusing orders, any orders. Showed her just that -- if she didn't someone would, and it would stain. Closes his eyes and this rover's layout is close enough that he can lay it out all over again.

Suspects Terra still can too. ]

She was moved teams, if that's what you mean. Consider unfit for Blue requirements. It's not a surprise, really, and probably was for the best. [ He swallows on another mouthful of vodka, his hands itching all over again with the memory that was burned into them. Another layer of blood, as bad as hers now, for what it meant. ] The rest is... ordered. Most especially against Terra, she's never allowed to know what influence we had in what happened to her. [ She had to live with her choices, and they had to as well. ]