<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0000">Nadira didn't say anything as the silver haired soldier next to her began to talk, closing his book as he faced her completely. She met his look full on, not angry or sad, simply curious as to his intentions for getting involved in their war. She nodded slowly, and sank back into the wall. By all means he seemed sincere enough, but that touch of supposed honesty was not enough to have let let her guard down. She tensed slightly and  raised her chin as he moved his hand forward, and lightly dusted flecks of dirt from her cheek.<br/>
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"War distorts people." She said at last. "It corrupts, it twists, it makes things appear different than they are." She paused for a moment, considering her wording carefully. "I know American soldiers are here to help. The rebels will do great harm to this nation if they are allowed to act freely. But the things you do when here, to the people here... It is as if you do not even see us as human."</span><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">Teyha squeaked lightly as both the commanding officer and Ghost snapped at her she unloaded the radio equipment onto the platform as quickly as she could before hurriedly descending the ladder once more, her cheeks almost glowing red from humiliation. She'll never understand the military, she decided on her way down. That this woman could be threatened by a superior, and told she would sleep with him, or be left out in the cold... And she just let it be at that? Even yelling at her for trying to defend her honor. <br/>
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She reached the bottom of the ladder almost fuming herself, red from embarrassment and anger as she spun on her heel. She didn't even try to protest the fact that Ghost didn't screw up, she did her job and something happened on her watch, that was the end of it. No, if she wanted to act so ill tempered to Teyha's help, however poor it might be... Then she could handle it all  on her own.<br/>
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She stormed away from the ladder, and snatched her plate of food off the ground. With one last sour look up at where the commanding officer was sitting she went back to her corner, setting the duffel bag on her lap to use as a table, but she didn't feel much like eating now. Her own past experiences with sexual assault left her more sensitive to the idea of blackmail for favors than she was really comfortable admitting. "I would have killed to have someone stand up for me." She muttered darkly as she dipped her bread into the makeshift dinner, letting it soften before she tried to eat.</span>