Baxter nodded along to Makoto's sentiments, sympathizing with his situation. It was rough to take on command so suddenly, but not being trained for it at all was probably against some military regulation somewhere. It was hard enough for William, a man with officer training, to lead the team when command seemed to be trying to turn them into martyrs. "I have no problem with you, Makoto," Baxter assured him, though he wasn't surprised that the man might have thought otherwise. He'd been cold this past week. "I just want to bring an end to this war and stop the Principality and the Federation from causing any more harm, whichever side that means I have to be on. As far as I've seen, neither is any better than the other, and I would know better than anyone."