Will's expression darkened a bit as Izzy spoke on how she destroyed her suit. It gave him the impression she was blaming herself for it. Granted it was her decision, but It did achieve the desired outcome. She even went so far as to say to give it one of the other two pilots. He looked towards Price as he gave his two cents on the issue. However, his expression didn't soften any. He reached out and took Isabel's shoulder in a gentle, but firm grasp. "Enough with that, Sargent! No one is blaming you for destroying your Suit. You did what you had to, to defeat your enemy, achieve the Mission, and come home safely. That last one being the most important in my book. They can replace mobile suits, but they can't replace good pilots." He stated sternly looking her directly in the eyes. "If anyone tries to come after you for it, I'll tear them apart with my own hands." Will growled. He then looked at both Takai and Price. "That goes for you two too. No machine, nor person can replace any of you. We are a team. We work together, and look out for one another. I want us all to come home safe and sound." He stated with conviction.<br/><br/>William took a breath to calm down and it was then that he realized that he had yet to let go of Izzy's shoulder. He quickly recoiled his hand as if he had been shocked. A hint of blush on his cheeks. "My apologies, Sargent." He quickly stated. "Okay, then. Corporal Price, Unit 3 will be your suit for now on. I am sure you will like piloting it better than one of those damnable GMs. Takai brought his own suit from the 4th MTac. So make sure your familiar with it by this evening. Tomorrow we'll start training so we can get a feel for each other before we are sent out into the Sandbox again." William stated.