The past week had put things back into perspective for Baxter. He no longer harbored any more anger toward William for what had happened at the Zeon base, and he definitely didn't want to kill the man anymore. Like the others on his team, he now knew it wasn't his fault, and he felt sorry for what he must have been going through, being forced to have so much blood on his hands. That didn't mean the British pilot's anger was completely faded, though; now it was all directed toward whichever unknown member of the Federation (or whatever group) gave that assassination order. The same one who now left the Africa branch out to dry. Was trying to kill a child really worth sacrificing a huge amount of war assets and soldiers? If their greed really blinded them that much, they couldn't be allowed to go on anymore. Whatever it took, he would get out of this place alive and find them.<br/><br/>Climbing out of his mobile suit, Baxter took his water and made his way over to the others, who had been collecting around the leg of Isabel's suit. He wasn't a huge talker when he had first arrived to this branch, but since that incident, he barely spoke unless spoken to. That didn't mean he didn't want to hear what the others had to say, though. Somehow, all of this made them feel like the only people he could trust; after all, both Zeon and the Federation had betrayed his loyalty, in their own ways. "I wonder how No Town is doing in all this mess," he muttered. With all the anti-Federation fervor, he couldn't imagine the Zeons were following the rules anymore and keeping the peace.