just some angsty stuff
"Do you not like me or something?" James asked, glancing at him quickly.
"I just don't get you. What even is your problem with the rescue missions?" Lance asked.
James kept tapping away at his tablet as he answered.
"In one of the first few weeks of the invasion, a few days after the camps were established, we sent out a rescue team of 20 people. One of my big brothers, the only person in my family who ever gave any shits about me, was one of them. None of them made it back alive. Sendak's cannon shot them down, destroying the rovers. A few of them made it out of them, but before we could see who did, the drones shot them down. Then they set the whole scene on fire. There's nothing left of any of those 20 people except the things and people hey left behind. Two of them were married, and had a little boy. Another was a mother of three, and their other mother was getting sick. One was barely 20, and another was 45. All of them, gone, in just a few seconds. Trying to save other people. The Garrison forbade any other rescue missions. But the second you guys got back, all you wanted to do was save people, without thinking that if we ended the fight with the Fires, we wouldn't have to save them. They, all of Earth, would be free. And raising my voice is pretty much the only way people listen to me."
Lance was silent for a moment. "Damn Griffin. That's- that's rough." James shrugged. "Death is part of life. So is losing people. And war isn't for the faint of heart."