<div style="text-align: center;">Ebio nodded her head and bowed slightly, eyes on the ground, "Yes, sir. I am more accustomed to being the Soldier, to following orders with little discretion...however," Her lips quirked into a smile, a secret joke, "I will adapt."<br/>She turned on her heel and stared at Durjaya, levelly, "Your orders are to rest." She spoke with utmost sincerity, eager to fulfill her obligations, oblivious of any possible mockery. She glanced back at Etzali, face stoic, "Yes sir, we await our next mission with utmost enthusiasm."<br/>She exited his quarters and slowed her marching pace once she was out of sight. "Durjaya, I request and audience...and perhaps...understanding." She looked somewhat incredulous at the words leaving her mouth. <br/>She knew her Rest would be spent sitting somewhere quiet, Reflecting and tending to her weaponry. As she waited for Durjaya to catch up she heard the murmurs of the other demons and frowned, quiet would be hard to attain, at least, nothing like the quiet of her youth. She craved Silence, utter and complete, excluding her own breathing and heartbeat, perhaps, if she was in a good mood, the sigh wind or the creaking and shifting of the trees wouldn't be too unbearable. <br/>She broke her own quiet reluctantly, "I have been slacking in Commander duties, mainly because as long as it wasn't a direct order, I sought to avoid it. I apologize completely. Thankfully, no one's life was threatened due to my childish reluctance to take control of situations...excepting the human's..." She shrugged. "I have seen Commanders fall for lesser sins than being terse with their team and I hope to form a strong bond with the team to minimize mutiny."<br/>Ebio's fingers had found her braids, and were counting them out, one by one in a sign of nerves and uncertainty, "I am rather...unfamiliar with the social contrivances involving teamwork, and would like you to help me keep the team bond strong. Even I understand that numbers are a great matter during this war, a couple thousand to 6 billion are almost insurmountable odds." <br/>She paused a moment, formulating her words, "Just tell me when I am unknowingly sowing dissent within my Command, and help me figure out how to keep everyone happy, if not dedicated to each other."<br/>She made a rather troubled face, "Here, we need every <span style="font-style: italic">body</span>. Even those who are genetically weaker are needed, and I pray our numbers are replenished soon. I will do my best to ensure your survival, no matter the cost, I promise everyone in my team that security." <br/>Her tone became stiff, hesitant. The very reason she felt she was unable to lead was her strong conviction that one must fight and win for oneself. Protecting the weak was the work of cowards who hid behind <span style="font-style: italic">armor</span>. <br/>She was willing to <span style="font-style: italic">adapt</span> (another smirk) because she had seen numbers overwhelm her strongest comrades. By the genetically insufficient nonetheless! She grudgingly accepted the position of Commander, and resigned herself to protecting every member she had. Numbers were the most significant thing to this war. She'd seen that firsthand.<br/>Genetic superiority would have to wait until she became strong enough to overwhelm the humans who gathered like sheep. <br/>"Aut viam inveniam aut faciam..." She muttered, hand reaching for her weapons, for the comfort they supplied. Skill had to win out, in the end. She simply wasn't strong enoughâ€¦yet.  <br/>Ebio shook herself, "Unless you have any comments or questions I will retreat to Reflect and rest."</div>