Under different circumstances, Baxter would have bowed his head in shame at finding out Makoto had seen what he almost did. Under different circumstances, he would have apologized to his slightly superior officer and thanked him for not turning him over to be court martialed, or just shot him right then and there as a traitor. Maybe he would have even gone to William and apologized, or turned himself over for discipline. But when Makoto spoke, all he heard was that there was probably someone else higher up to blame, and that person would be the one who had to pay. At that moment, out in the field, he had no way of knowing it wasn't William's fault, or the colonel's, or anyone. He just knew there was justice to be paid, and while he was glad he hadn't gone through with it, he couldn't blame himself for what had happened out there, even if Makoto could.<br/><br/>"I understand what you're saying, Lieutenant," he began, staring Makoto dead-on, never backing down from his own belief. "And I respect that you'll have to kill anyone who tries to harm your comrades. But remember, Samson is no comrade of mine until he shows me he's willing to go even farther than I am to take down whoever's responsible for this, whatever side they're from. After what happened out there, orders don't mean anything to me. My only goal right now is figuring out why this had to happen," he told the sniper, before following him back to William and Isabel in a cutting silence. They seemed to be having a rather intense conversation of their own, but he had a feeling things wouldn't be light-hearted again around here for a while.