"Nervous, about the battle I mean sir." The uneasy, scared voice of a young kid, maybe about his own age, but clearly without the chip on his shoulder spoke to Romav. Tyrius sat on a mechanic's bench, supported by thick cabling to raise up to the catwalks that ran around the upper sections of all the mobile suits. He was tending to the paint on the Gelgoog R and couldn't help overhearing the young Ensign from the Zanzibar speak to Romav about his anxiety.<br/><br/>"You're already nervous huh kid?" Tyrius called down from the bench, his uniform was unbuttoned at the collar as he carried out his task of reapplying his squadron insignias and numbers. "How many battles have you been in Ensign....Maten was it?" that reptilian grin returned to his face as he yelled. Grabbing hold of a cable he slid down from his elevated position and dropped down to the floor level of the mobile suit deck just a handful of meters from Romav and Maten. Striding over with a level of confidence that created a dangerous personality for a man so young and relatively inexperienced himself. Despite being thrown into the heavy fighting of the One Year War in his first two missions for the Zeon war effort he had only fought in two outright battles, though to be fair those battles were massive and prolonged actions that certainly tested the mettle of all who fougth in them.<br/><br/>"I'll give you some real advice Ensign, the moment you accept your fear and nervousness, you anxiety...Well, you might as well just hide and wait to die. When you let your fear own your actions, you put your life and the lives of those around you at risk." Maten was clearly getting anxious around Tyrius, a near total opposite of the concerned but firm Romav. "Ensign Garrou, I uhhh..." His pause was too long to hide that he was thinking, not just of what to say, but how to say it. "...I don't mean fear like that, I'm not afraid of fighting, I'm afraid of failing." Tyrius could just shake his head and smirk, "So don't fail kid, seems pretty simple right?"<br/><br/>Tyrius threw his head back his hair falling back into place behind his ears, the way an animal bucks its head when its agitated, and that's exactly what Ensign Garrou was, he was battling down a savage instinct and desire to fight. "Lieutenant, I wasn't intending disrespect earlier, only voicing my concerns about our actions. We let those bastards at Axis get off easy. Zarn and her goon squad might as well carry the Titans insignia on their sleeves." He shrugged, "At least when we get to Solomon there will be some fighting...At least that's what it sounds like." Tyrius spoke of combat, death and violence as if they were nothing more than a regular day in some office cubicle, the nonchalance with which he spoke of death and killing, especially in light of what befell Lieutenant Shale was unlikely to sit well with Romav.<br/><br/>"I hope we get a chance to kill them." His tone was that of a psychopath, without regret, mercy or hesitation, "The Earthnoids I mean, I hope we can kill them all." His 'clarification' was no more settling than his initial statement. It was clear to see that Garrou had some trauma playing on him, something had scarred him seemingly too deep to ever heal. It produced even more questions about his involvement in this campaign though, he certainly wasn't brought along for his positive attitude, but he seemed more and more like a weapon, simple in its design and purpose, but with little in the way of an on/off switch. He was dangerous and he didn't care, and that likely didn't sit well with Romav at all. Tyrius didn't care, or was too self centered to be aware of it, and that too made him dangerous.