<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Lindela - District Six Garrison</div></span></span><br/><br/>"Has she said anything?" asked the captain of the squad who found Lillith to one of his subordinates. The other only shook his head in response and took a peek inside the holding room. The woman inside was restrained and sat quietly, the blank look in her eyes suggesting she was lost in her own thoughts.<br/><br/>The captain sighed. "I had hoped she would be a little more cooperative but time is not on our side. Master Guilford will be here soon to personally investigate the matter." he continued, scratching the back of his head in apparent frustration. "I can't believe we'd have trouble handling one woman."<br/><br/>"Maybe you were just a little too aggressive in questioning her Captain? She seemed very frightened..." the other trailed off, chancing another look inside the holding room.<br/><br/>Another sigh from the captain. "I know she feels like a normal lady but the method of how she got to District Ten is way too suspicious. I don't want to take any chances. My family is here in Lindela."<br/><br/>The other knight bowed in apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like I know better."<br/><br/>"It's fine. Continue to keep watch on her until the Seraph arrives. That will be all."<br/><br/>The other knight acknowledged the order, a closed fist snapping to his chest plate. The captain peeked inside the holding room one last time, trying to sense anything from the woman but to no avail. Still, he couldn't help but feel the need to keep his guard up. The Seraph coming here personally was a relief more than it seemed like a show of their incompetence.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>Guilford stepped out of the elevator shaft and was greeted by knights from District Six. They have prepared a horse for him as per his request and was given a brief summary of the events that happened the other day. A small crowd was gathered around the elevator shaft. They have caught wind of the conversation between the knights that they were expecting Master Guilford. They all cheered at the sight of the Seraph.<br/><br/>"Sorry about this Master Guilford, we couldn't disperse them. They said they wanted to see you with their own eyes." said one of the knights.<br/><br/>The Seraph simply shrugged his shoulders, indicating it wasn't a big deal. He turned to the people and waved at them, garnering a heightened cheering with the gesture. They probably didn't make it to that supposed memorial and just wanted to confirm that he was really alive. After acknowledging the bystanders, Guilford mounted his steed and rode off with the knights of District Six. He was back on duty mode and the only thing in his mind right now is that woman these knights have found. It was a short and uneventful journey to District Six knight garrison.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>Pleasantries and formalities aside, Guilford made his way around the knight garrison to the holding rooms. He was accompanied by the captain of the squad who found the woman, Duval. After a couple turns and going up a few flight of stairs, Guilford and Duval finally reached the halls of the holding rooms. The Seraph was guided to the one in the far left end of the hall where one of Duval's knights stood watch. Guilford stopped before room and turned to the knight captain.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I was briefed earlier by some of your knights. I just want to confirm, the only thing we have on her is her name correct?"</span><br/><br/>"I'm afraid so Master Guilford. She refused to speak to anyone after giving us her name."<br/><br/>Guilford's arms crossed on top of his chest, contemplating on his own thoughts in the matter. The woman refuses to give out any information about her, exhibits fear of knights, came to District Ten from a portal, refused to talk to anyone and is slightly tainted by Sin.<span style="color: #0080FF">"How have you treated her?"</span>the question came out suddenly. Captain Duval was taken aback by the query.<br/><br/>"J-Just as we would treat any suspicious character."<br/><br/>A brow raised from the Seraph. What exactly did they mean by 'just as they would treat any suspicious character'? Regardless, now was not the time to be sidetracked.<span style="color: #0080FF">"You did not Absolve her?"</span><br/><br/>Captain Duval bowed in apology. "We didn't want to get ahead of ourselves."<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Very well. I want some time alone with her if you will. Have one of your knights remain posted outside, just in case I require anything."</span><br/><br/>"Of course Master Guilford." Duval said and nodded to his subordinate to open the door.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>Lillith tensed at the sound of the door unlocking. She crept back on the shoddy bed until she hit the wall behind her that forced her to a stop. The moment Guilford walked inside, her eyes shot wide open. How could this be?! Queen Eve said she killed him! Why was he still alive?! Her heart drummed wildly inside her chest; fear and panic once again loomed around her. Just her luck to be confined in the same room as this man when she was at her weakest. Should<span style="font-style: italic">little boy</span>find out that she was actually Lillith, she had no doubt in her mind that he would kill her on the spot. Once again, her eyes hazed up with tears. She recalled the time she fought this man in Hiribah where he nearly killed her; it was horrifying.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"May I join you?"</span>Guilford calmly and politely asked, stopping at a comfortable distance between him and the woman who called herself Lilac.<br/><br/>Her mind went blank at the sound of his voice; she recognized it instantly. It really was him! There's no mistake! He was alive and well! Her thought process was suddenly in disarray. She couldn't focus, she couldn't say anything, she almost nearly forgot to breathe! She could only look at the man with fear in her eyes and stray tears falling down her cheeks. The other took it as a sign that he should keep his distance.<br/><br/>Lillith tensed again at the sight of Guilford moving to take a seat in the other corner of the room. They were now probably a good eight maybe ten steps away from each other. He hasn't spoken anything yet after his first words. He just sat there and closed his eyes, probably waiting for her to say anything. Should she talk? What was there to say? If she gets lured into a conversation, no doubt he would start asking questions like the previous knights did. As much as she wanted him to go away, it seemed like he was here to stay until he finds out what he wanted to know.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>His first observations were the woman's definite fear of knights. Just the way she was cowering in the corner reminded him of that one night with Lethe. Of course the circumstances are different but the amount of fear they showed was about the same. This woman though, was showing him a mix of fear with guilt as its root. What could cause her to feel that way? Did this woman have such a traumatic experience from knights? Where did she come from? Was she a local of Palaugrim? The Seraph mulled over the thoughts while keeping his eyes closed. He was trying to give the woman a sense of comfort around his presence. He didn't want to put pressure on her simply by staring at her. If she needed time to feel comfortable around him, he would give it until she eases up to him.<br/><br/>Seconds ticked by into minutes, the minutes into hours. Guilford spent the quiet time sensing the woman with him in the room. Other than her tremendous amount of distress, he could also sense that she was tainted but hardy at the level where there is a need for panic. She was in no immediate danger of being converted by her sins, whatever they may be. Still, he had this nagging feeling that the look she gave him earlier was that of recognition rather than surprise, not to mention the oddly faint feeling that he too recognized her. Did she know him from somewhere? Did he meet her before? Guilford couldn't tell. Just where exactly did this woman come from in the first place? Of course, with her being quiet like this, he wouldn't be getting anywhere soon. Perhaps he should try for words again? Yeah, perhaps he should.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Have we met before?"</span><br/><br/>The words sent shivers running up and down her spine. Her heart rate spiked and if she knew better, her heart probably skipped a few beats with the amount of tension she was battling with. This man's instincts were terrifyingly sharp in combat yet they remain equally sharp even outside of battle. She had hoped he wouldn't sense it but it would seem she actually gave it away by her surprise at seeing him again. Lillith wrestled with her thoughts. There's no escaping a dreaded conversation and should she engage in it, she would have to be absolutely careful with her words.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"N-No... I'm afraid not..."</span>she lied, hoping the other would buy it but the expression he had told her that he was skeptical.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Lilac was it?"</span>he asked with a faint smile on his lips. The other nodded to him lightly, doing her best to avoid any eye contact with him.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I've been wondering Lilac, why are you so afraid of knights?"</span><br/><br/>Here they come, the questions she had been trying so hard to avoid. Lillith gulped a mouthful of air. Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest at any given moment. If she wanted to stay alive, she should return to her roots when she was but a mere human. Hopefully,<span style="font-style: italic">little boy</span>would buy her story.<span style="color: #FF0000">"A long time ago, my family... was killed by knights..."</span><br/><br/>Guilford's eyes sharpened at the revelation. How did that happen? Knights didn't go around killing people the last time he checked. When did that happen?<span style="color: #0080FF">"Killed by knights you say? I'm sorry to hear that but we don't kill people."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Really?! You're sorry?! Would that bring my family back?! You don't kill people?! Don't make me laugh!"</span>she hissed. Before Lillith realized it, she was already blowing off steam on him.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Had you knights not chosen to set up camp in Rhee, my family would still be alive!"</span><br/><br/>Guilford was surprised at the sudden outburst, he honestly didn't see that coming. So she was from Rhee. If he recalled history correctly, the town of Rhee was one of those that fell in the early stages of the First War; it was a catastrophic loss. He wasn't even a knight at that time! His words left a bad taste in his mouth. While it is true that they don't kill people, it was also true that they drag them into their fight unintentionally. This woman's family might have been one of those most unfortunate casualties of war.<br/><br/>What was she doing?! Lillith berated herself for losing control of her emotions. Why did she go off on him like that? What was this uncomfortable feeling welling up in her chest? Why won't her tears stop falling? It took her a moment to recognize the emotion she had long forgotten... sadness. She shut her eyes, grinding her teeth together in a bout of anger. She didn't want this! She didn't need this! All she ever needed was her hatred! Her disdain for these knights that took away everything from her! Why won't the memories of her past stop flooding her mind?! Someone please stop them! She couldn't take it, she felt like she was breaking apart.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering... I read that from a book."</span><br/><br/>His words forcefully pulled her out of her thoughts. Was he trying to console her? Give her inspiration? Lillith who tried her best not to meet Guilford's eyes were now looking into his purple ones, yearning for comfort. Her sadness had taken over her completely.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"To me it means that we humans have the innate strength to overcome any trial in life. Time will come that we will lose the ones we love, yet that does not have to dictate how we should live the rest of our own lives."</span>Guilford continued, part of his words drawn out from his own experience.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I may not fully understand your grief, nor do I claim knowledge on how to effectively deal with it, but I truly believe that living on and finding happiness is the least we who remains could do to honor the departed."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"What would you know about loss?!"</span>she snapped at him again, subconsciously cursing herself for allowing her emotions to run wild another time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I too lost a few people very important to me. They were like family..."</span>he trailed off, recalling the difficult points in his life.<span style="color: #0080FF">"It's never going to be easy, that much I know."</span><br/><br/>Lillith was rendered speechless. How could she be so stupid!?<span style="font-style: italic">Little boy</span>must be referring to those two people she killed in front of this man! That male knight and the most recent one in Jenault. Now it was not only her mind that was in turmoil but her heart as well. She no longer had Sin's power to protect her from these unwanted emotions and they were crashing on to her in huge waves. She couldn't take it anymore, her heart felt like it was about to explode! It was hard to breathe and she couldn't think straight. Soon enough, her breathing became ragged. She was having a panic attack now of all times!<br/><br/>Sensing the woman's now visible distress, Guilford immediately tried to calm her down.<span style="color: #0080FF">"H-Hey! Calm down! Get a hold of yourself!"</span><br/><br/>He tried to approach her but she reacted negatively to his movements. Lillith clawed and pulled on the sheets of her shoddy bed and tried to back away from him. Her anxiety increased when she realized that there was nowhere else to go. Her vision began to tunnel and the next thing she knew, everything went black.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Lillith's tired eyes slowly blinked open. Her vision was foggy at first but after blinking a few more times, the first thing she saw was the stone ceiling of her holding room. Something cool was draped on her forehead. What just happened? The woman tried to make sense of time, the orange light coming in from the small window indicated that it was almost dusk. She tried to recall what happened but had a little difficulty putting the pieces of the puzzle together.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"You passed out."</span></span><br/><br/>That voice! He was still here? Shock instantly had her pulling herself up on the bed. Lo and behold, that man was still there in his corner of the room, staring at her with those calculating purple eyes that she can't bear to meet for long. The cloth on her forehead fell down to her lap and she immediately used it as an object to pin her gaze on. For some reason, Lillith noticed that her arms were clean, so was her legs and feet. Did he do that?<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Yes, I cleaned you up a little bit. Don't worry, I only did what my eyes could see."</span><br/><br/>He did what?! Why would he do that?! She was his enemy! Oh right, he doesn't know that. Still, why was she feeling flushed? What was this tingling feeling in her heart that was... soothing in a very odd way? Why was she feeling compelled to thank this man? This was too unfamiliar...<br/><br/>Guilford sighed. He had hoped to get at least a reaction of some sort but she just remained quiet, probably still alarmed at his presence.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I've also had food brought in for you. I figured you might be hungry."</span><br/><br/>Now that he mentioned it, her stomach did feel a little-maybe too hollow. When she still had her power, she didn't require eating all that much. She could sustain herself for weeks just living off of sin's power alone. The only thing she'd eat when weakened were those plants that held Sin's essence. Her eyes slowly turned to look at the still warm food on the table at the center of the room. Before Lillith knew it, her mouth was watering. There was a mild chuckle from the other corner and she immediately turned her head down to look at the cloth that was previously on her forehead.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Please, help yourself. The food is yours."</span>Gil encouraged her.<br/><br/>He didn't even have to ask twice. Soon enough, Lilac was devouring the food with a little less grace than what a normal woman should have when eating. Still, it was progress on Guilford's part. She was at least reacting to him now. He allowed the woman to enjoy her hearty meal in peace by not mumbling anything or asking any questions. A few more minutes later and she was done; satisfaction evident in her facial features.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"T-Thank you..."</span>She had not thanked anyone in a long, long time and now that she just did, it didn't feel all that bad. Was it because she had a lot less of Sin's influence in her?<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"You're welcome."</span>Guilford replied, eyes falling to her right shoulder. Earlier when he was wiping off the dirt and dust from her, he rolled up the sleeve in her right arm and revealed a marking that he instantly recognized. It all began to fall in place for him after that.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Do you feel like talking now?"</span>he prodded on.<br/><br/>She hesitated a moment but given that he stayed here almost all day with her got her thinking that she might as well talk to get rid of him.<span style="color: #FF0000">"What do you want to know?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"That mark on your right shoulder."</span><br/><br/>Lillith froze. The mark on her right shoulder was her brand, her seal, her identity. If this man saw it, no doubt he would recognize it. Once again there was a loud pounding inside her chest. Whether it was out of dread or some other universal power at play, Lillith moved her head to the side to look at Guilford. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something but the cold purple eyes that were now looking at her prevented her from ever finding her voice in that moment.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I've seen that mark one too many times and I tell you now that I'm not overly fond of its owner."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I... I..."</span>she stammered, wracking her brain hard to come up with a suitable alibi for the mark she had.<br/><br/>Guilford drew a few seals with his right hand. He was not too keen on using Privacy seals because they emit a certain level of magic noticeable by those sensitive to it, but he didn't keep a portable conversation ward handy with him this time.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Are you working for Lillith?"</span>he asked, trying to see if she would lie about her identity.<br/><br/>She tensed up not only from the mention of her name but from the incredible hostility that now swirled inside the four corners of her room. This man's presence became entirely different. She may not be able to sense a lot of it now without her power but from what she could see, she knew that<span style="font-style: italic">little boy</span>jumped from his mellow aura to this fierce and raging storm in a matter of seconds! Lillith was beginning to feel that her end is drawing near. Despite that calm way he sat in the other corner, Lillith could feel the anger in him, like it was almost tangible. No use trying to escape her fate anymore. Queen Eve didn't send her here to look for that direct descendant, she sent her here to die. Now there was hardly any doubt on Queen Eve's motive.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I... I am..."</span>she paused, hoping that her death would be quick.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I know."</span>he cut her off.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I realized who you really are after you passed out."</span><br/><br/>How did he find out? Lillith fell into the swirling abyss of helplessness. She resigned herself to her fate and quietly accepted the inevitable coming of her death at the hands of this man.<span style="color: #FF0000">"How... did you know?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"The taint within you told me everything. Though it was drastically reduced, it still had your distinct feel in it."</span><br/><br/>Lillith closed her eyes. So this man recognized her from her taint? And he said that it had her distinct feel in it? Hardly believable. She had always thought that Sinners all felt the same to these knights but to be distinguished from the others? For some reason it gave her a sense of personality.<span style="color: #FF0000">"You win little boy. You can have your revenge. Please... make it quick."</span>she pleaded. Lillith felt Guilford walk towards her. She kept her eyes closed while waiting for a blow that never came.<br/><br/>When the hostile atmosphere suddenly died out, confusion began to seep into her entire being. A few moments ago, he was ready to tear her apart. She shuddered when he heard his voice up close.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"The way I see it, Lillith had already died."</span><br/><br/>What? What did he mean by that? Had this man forgiven her? She opened her eyes only to see kind purple ones staring back at her. She was too dumbfounded to speak. Had<span style="font-style: italic">little boy</span>lost his mind?! If he lets her live, she would have no place to return to, no one to accept her and... and...<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"The only one I see in front of me, is the human that once turned her back on the Light. Return to the grace of Light, live on and atone. Forget the past, you are no longer Lillith. From now on, your name is Lilac."</span><br/><br/>Something warm began to envelope her body; it was soothing. The darkness within her, or the remnants of it slowly vanished. She felt different, entirely different from what she used to feel. This man had just given her a chance at a fresh start, another chance in living a normal life. So this is kindness and mercy; it was something that she would have to get used to. She couldn't help but cry only to feel this man's thumbs dry her tears. Why? She knew she didn't deserve this but she still felt grateful. Her tears were that of joy.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Grand Cathedral - Training Grounds</div></span></span><br/><br/>"Remind me again why we're here Lance?" Akira mumbled, his disinterest made audible.<br/><br/>Lance scratched his head while holding a sheepish smile towards Gil's squad. "We're here to teach Gil's squad all about combat. He had specifically requested that we come on this day."<br/><br/>Seven pairs of eyes looked at the five friends of their Captain who interrupted their training session. Was this the<span style="font-style: italic">special session</span>indicated on their training regimen? The Captain had not mentioned anything about this and three days have already passed and he has yet to return. Alfrei scratched his head. They might as well get to it than waste time. After all, the Captain did say he was to oversee the training in his absence.<br/><br/>"Okay, what are we going to be doing this time?" he asked the orange head.<br/><br/>Lance grinned at the young Vice Captain. He had absolutely no idea what they were about to be subjected to. This should make things interesting in the least. "Like I said, we're here to teach you about combat."<br/><br/>Shoulders dropped at his statement. Why would they have to learn combat? They were confident with their skills being a highly offensive squad. Georg scratched the back of his head, who would have thought they would need combat lessons?<br/><br/>"Oh? Is that confidence I sense in all of you? Good! This should make it easy." Lance paused and turned to Alona. He gave the woman instructions to stand in the sparring grounds. "Alright then, let's see some of your skills. If anyone of you can score a blow on Alona over there, then we'll be glad to skip this part of your training. Anyone wants to go first?"<br/><br/>"I'll go." Alfrei confidently volunteered.<br/><br/>Lance chuckled. "I like your spunk kid! Though to be fair, you can ditch your weighted clothes." he suggested. Alfrei complied and just as he was about to proceed to the grounds, Lance stopped him with a hand landing on his shoulder. "Fair warning kid, you can go all out but try not to hurt yourself okay? Alona never holds back on her strikes. Piece of advice, attack first."<br/><br/>The look on Lance's eyes sent a slight shiver down Alfrei's spine. The same could not be said when he was now standing before the redhead in the sparring grounds. The moment he set foot inside the sparring grounds, it felt like he had just dug his own grave. The intensity coming from the redhead was more than enough to make him sweat in place. Before Alfrei knew it, he had already taken one step back. Alona simply shook her head and attacked. Half a blow was all it took to knock Alfrei out and send him awkwardly sprawling on the ground. The next thing everyone watching saw was Alona dropping the sparring sword on the ground.<br/><br/>"Cora, I think I dislocated his shoulder! I was trying to go easy on him but I think I overdid it a little!" she yelled at the young cleric.<br/><br/>The rest of Squad Eight began to dread their turn against the redhead. Such strength and grace with no wasted movement. What she used was similar to Alfrei's style only their Vice Captain's didn't have even the shadow of the same strength she displayed. Georg and Joaquim easily recognized that level of ability back in their younger days, this was the caliber of a First War knight at its finest. Alfrei never stood a chance right from the beginning, and so will the younger members of their squad.<br/><br/>Akira yawned and plopped down on the grassy ground. He already knew what the rest of Alona's sparring rounds would look like. "Lance, wake me up when she's done with them 'kay?"<br/><br/>"Don't you want to see the rest?"<br/><br/>Akira mindlessly shook his head. "If the Vice Captain is that bad, I don't hope to see anything good from the rest of them. The only two I have my eyes on would be those older men."<br/><br/>True enough, there wasn't much of a show to watch when Alona cleaned out Gil's squad in a matter of minutes. Five of them are already sent under Cora's care and the two remaining were out of breath. Both Georg and Joaquim were determined to redeem the honor of Gil's squad by at least scoring a strike on Alona but even with their signature combinations and combined swordplay techniques, they were simply outmatched. Lance walked up to the two kneeling men and offered hands to both of them, pulling them back up to their feet.<br/><br/>"Good fight guys. I didn't expect much out of the kids but I see you still have the old times in you. Though I must say, you two have gone really soft. What happened in the last ten years?" the orange head asked with a smile.<br/><br/>The God of Sin fell ten years ago, that's what happened. As much as Georg and Joaquim hated to admit it, peace dulled their blades. Even though they were always deployed out in the field, there just wasn't that much action to keep them on their toes. It looked like they would need the combat lessons after all.<br/><br/>"Hey now don't feel bad, you were able to make Alona try a little harder! That's something to be proud of." Lance cheered the two on. "Cora should be done with them now, go get the rest of your squad, we're going to start with the basics."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">____________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>"Seriously? You call that a slash?" Alona mocked Alfrei whom she'd been specifically training. "I could do better than that in my sleep."<br/><br/>Basics. They were being drilled into an irritated Alfrei who had spent hours having to listen to Alona mocking his sword skills like he was a child with a toy. Still, the redhead was a former member of the Sword Squadron. It was an undeniable fact that she was at the pinnacle of swordsmanship just being in that squad alone. Alfrei slashed the air continuously. According to the redhead, he should not stop until he could hear his sword whistling with each slash. Impossible! That would mean he was cutting air itself! His tired arm muscles burned as he brought the sword down after another slash. The weighted clothes were back on and there was a significant increase in the weight around his limbs.<br/><br/>"Unacceptable..." the redhead mumbled and positioned herself beside Alfrei. With a swift upward slash of her sword, she showed the young Vice Captain the difference between their slashes. The young blonde was clearly able to hear a whistle and he could have sworn her slash made a ripple in the air. The redhead looked at her student with unimpressed pale blue eyes. "Manipulating the air surrounding your sword, it's called Wind Slash. Any decent swordsman has a certain level of this technique. Should you master this, not only will your sword range increase by a little bit, your slashing power will drastically increase as well."<br/><br/>Having been shown the difference in their levels, Alfrei, as well as the rest of squad eight learned a bitter lesson. It pains them to understand it but this is exactly why their Captain refused to have them on active duty right off the bat after the attack on Gless. They were hopelessly outmatched and they will only serve to be a burden on their Captain's shoulders...