(sorry for the photo not matching the story as I have misplaced my Daren custom so you’ll have to deal with this for now.)
“You know, what are we really?” Said Donn sitting on a crate next to him as the sky glowed a yellowish red with the sunset. “We’re soldiers.” He replied, shifting his wait a little as he turned and stared through his helmet at him. “Yeah but what does that really mean? Is this whole, you know war even worth it? Think about how many men, people we lose out there every second, theirs or ours ” His thoughts came to a stop there as the word people rang through his mind as if a bomb had gone off. “And what do we do about it? Run out guns blazing as if killing more will fix everything. Is it really worth it?.” At that he turned back to his previous position staring into the sunset deep in thought. “Plus are we really the good guys? I mean yes we’re not glassing planets and all but we’re not exactly saving kittens from trees and helping old women cross the street. Is there even such a thing as good and evil or are we all just in a moral grey in this war? At this point I’m not sure what to think, I mean I certainly know what command would say but can we really trust them? Plus even if we win this war what do we get? Power? Wealth? Is it just me or does that seem like a poor substitute for lives and the grieving people who come with them?” “You're forgetting the part where we get blasted into star dust if we don’t. But.” At that point he paused not knowing what to say, still staring as the sky turned to a dark red before slowly turning into the night sky. ”It’s getting late, we should go.” He said after a moment of silence staring at the now star-covered sky before standing to his full height and walking off with the marine behind him.
This is a conversation Daren had with a marine named Donn shortly after a battle. The reason why Daren doesn’t know what to reply with is because he’s always been a killer, although one with a Conscience but still a killer.
“You know, what are we really?” Said Donn sitting on a crate next to him as the sky glowed a yellowish red with the sunset. “We’re soldiers.” He replied, shifting his wait a little as he turned and stared through his helmet at him. “Yeah but what does that really mean? Is this whole, you know war even worth it? Think about how many men, people we lose out there every second, theirs or ours ” His thoughts came to a stop there as the word people rang through his mind as if a bomb had gone off. “And what do we do about it? Run out guns blazing as if killing more will fix everything. Is it really worth it?.” At that he turned back to his previous position staring into the sunset deep in thought. “Plus are we really the good guys? I mean yes we’re not glassing planets and all but we’re not exactly saving kittens from trees and helping old women cross the street. Is there even such a thing as good and evil or are we all just in a moral grey in this war? At this point I’m not sure what to think, I mean I certainly know what command would say but can we really trust them? Plus even if we win this war what do we get? Power? Wealth? Is it just me or does that seem like a poor substitute for lives and the grieving people who come with them?” “You're forgetting the part where we get blasted into star dust if we don’t. But.” At that point he paused not knowing what to say, still staring as the sky turned to a dark red before slowly turning into the night sky. ”It’s getting late, we should go.” He said after a moment of silence staring at the now star-covered sky before standing to his full height and walking off with the marine behind him.
This is a conversation Daren had with a marine named Donn shortly after a battle. The reason why Daren doesn’t know what to reply with is because he’s always been a killer, although one with a Conscience but still a killer.