[ Because there's something so very, very wrong about all of this. Not morally--no, she is ever faithful to her duties, but something that echoes in her spirit and screams. Claws at the wrongness of it all.

Because we are not their slaves, she thinks, but that makes no sense either. They are servants of their respective masters, and though she ranks above him, she is no more granted freedom than he. They are both cogs in a machine that decreed the why and when they were born, who they are and will be.

Sui Feng grits her teeth against these traitorous thoughts, watching the woman's silhouette disappear into the rabble that's cloistered away from their red landscape to tend to the fires and rages of less vicious beasts.

She should kill that one, make a message of it.

She shouldn't have made Fenris stop.

Dagger sleeved, Sui Feng surveys her uniform with a touch of disgust, haughty airs put on display to distract from the muddled state of her mind.

Finally, breath drawn and tone cool despite the tumult behind its summoning, the reaper--no, the officer speaks. ]

Better to leave a survivor to tell the tales of those we slay.

[ Better not to lose himself to mindless killing and forget his place in this world. Even if it's an unpleasant place, it's meant to be better than this. More artful.

Less... base. ]

Come. Representatives of the Company should never be in such a state of disarray. It's disgraceful. We should retire for now.