Maho frowned a bit as Walter pointed out their losses, hesitating before she spoke up again.<strong>". . . You promoted me to lance leader, and I failed. I didn't earn their trust and respect, and they got themselves killed because of it. At the very least, I should have have done something more to support them . . . perhaps if I hadn't been in such a rush to hit the power plant, I would've been close enough to keep the Atlas from killing them with my LRMs."</strong><br/><br/>Maho was never particularly happy when they lost men. When Old Bones had died, she'd been damn near catatonic for a while, especially considering how much she looked up to the ornery old bastard. Despite her generally stoic exterior, she had a good bit of empathy deep down in her. Of course, there was also her perfectionist streak aggrevating her.<br/><br/><strong>". . . I'll be fine eventually though. I always am. I'm more concerned about you. I know you're likely sick of hearing people talk about it, but it must be rough losing your ability to pilot a 'Mech. You're one of the hearts of this unit, so I want to make sure that you're okay. Even a little."</strong>Weirdly poetic of her.