Hunter quizzically looked at Acele as she asked him if she could heal the other squad. This one was far from the others - Hunter couldn't even remember a time when he fought alongside someone so... Innocent. Free from the scarring of years of warfare - free of the dark cynicism and lost of faith in humanity. He saw her lean back on the crate with a frown on her face.

"If you would like, Acele... Although they are boarding their ship, and you need to be out of there in time to get on ours." began Hunter.

"You can't judge the ones around us too harshly. Yes, it may seem barbaric and unkind, but you also have to remember what some of these people have been through. They are not easily jarred by pain, suffering , or battle anymore. Instead, they find humor or entertainment in it. How else do you cope with constant battle, warfare, killing?"

They needed their healer, and he hoped Acele wouldn't break down when real battle begins. When munitions are thrown, cussers turning whole squads and units into pink mist. 

Fyn couldn't help but also find the strengths of Acele's attitude. Their squad was a sword, and a lot of the character and personality he has seen in it so far has been fire, flame, ferocity. What happens when a sword is being tempered, but is overheated? It cracks. She can be the factor that will stop that from happening. If her psychological state lasts, although it will be battered, she can be the humanity of the squad - a trait a lot of them start to forget as the battles pass.