Olivia nodded. “That’s… I know what you mean. Officers sending grunts to die. Counting casualties like numbers, because they’ve got people under them to write the letters to next of kin. All they have to do is sign.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. There were voices coming from down the hall. “But as shit as that is, what we’re fighting against is worse. Slavers like the Storm King don’t let society exist at all. They eat everything around them, they tear things down.