God, soldiers are dumb sometimes. She has her turns. It's apparently Maine's turn, though. And sometimes it's okay, to escape stuff like that when it's too difficult. But if you spend all your time running away from yourself, you'll eventually just run out of ground. And that's when things get really ugly.

Wrath shakes her head a little, forehead still against Maine's shoulder. "It's okay, Maine. It's okay to feel shit when it's not live fire."

But she'll still offer him the out, tilting her head enough that he can see her lips quirked in a wry smile. "I'm not even that hungry."