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The Kuvexian was the first person she had ever actually killed, the first person she had pulled the trigger on and, as a direct result of her actions, was killed. Did he have time to realize he was dead? When he hit the floor, what was he thinking? What was he feeling? She had opened his chest, unless there was a massive drop in blood pressure he likely had mere moments to process the fact that he wouldn't be getting back up. He was dead, and Care killed him. She knew why she was wondering these things, and it wasn't out of any sense of humanity or regret for having taken a life, quite simply it was because of a lack thereof.
She had shot at several people, and had taken part in killing them. She had most certainly delivered a silencing blow on the armored unit, but what frustrated her about the whole scene was how little the act meant. War was a dirty thing and soldiers were cursed with bearing the weight of their fallen enemies, whether it be satisfaction that they no longer would curse to Galaxy, or regret that they had to take a unique and potentially great life. Care, however, felt absolutely nothing. They were husks, machines that lacked life in the same way she did, at least that's what they felt like if they made such little difference to her. She knew that she wanted to feel strong as she ended what threatened the crew but she had secretly hoped that it would illicit something.
But it hadn't, and so she strode forward, motioning for Kraken to move quickly on in the gap of soldiers they had left. "Like a spear, Kraken, pierce their defenses." She repeated, though her enthusiasm was notably lacking. Her weapon was raised, ready to fire upon any enemy that was unfortunate enough to run into the group. "Report any and all injuries as they occur, keeping the crew safe starts here."