Elisa paused a moment before she spoke again. “I’m not going to deny that you Snakes have it bad, and I know what you mean about the horrors that people can go through. I’ve seen the sort of crap that people in the periphery do to each other on a regular basis and the sort of nightmares it can produce. That I’m not arguing with, and I won’t debate that the people produced by those sorts of environments end up as ticking time bombs.”<br/><br/>“Want I am saying is this.” She continued, a defiant tone in her voice, one of suppressed anger. “Just because she comes from a screwed-up background doesn’t change the fact that Shadowborn is an unreliable, unstable flake who has no place being on the battlefield. She’s a danger not only to herself but to the rest of the unit. We’re just lucky that somebody didn’t end up dead because of her.”<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed as she glared at her commander. “With all due respect, sir, I’ve seen what happens when this sort of thing is ignored. My father is in a damn wheelchair and will remain there for the rest of his life because a member of his lance lost it in the middle of a battle, and the doctors said that he was lucky to be alive. I don’t want to see something like that happen to anyone else.”<br/>