"Go right a-fucking-head,<em>Sergeant</em>." Warren said with clear snide and bitterness, waving her off and sitting back into his chair, spinning around to face the wall, she clearly dismissed.<br/><br/>As she opened the door to leave he spoke up on more.  "If it were up to me, none of you would get tortured.  None of you would even fucking be here if we had it my way you want me to be honest.  But you are all here.  And some or you will get tortured for the things you've done.  I'm just trying to keep that number as low as possible Tanaka."  He sighed and took another drink, not sure if she was there anymore but still saying these words anyway.<br/><br/>"And I'm sorry it involves you.  I really am."  He didn't think to say sorry for choking her, and if he ever did he still likely would never think to say the words.  Physical violence was a given in his world, a thing easily given and easily forgiven.  His soldiers mind didn't really get how a civilians worked on that matter, and it might be the thing that lost him one of his best piece of personel.  Not that he would ever realize it.  Warrne speant too much time thinking he was right to ever do that.