But being expected to fight: doesn't that bother you?
[Sven looks down at his bare feet, his legs still dangled over the edge of the gurney, twisting his thumbs together in his lap.]
Not that it's the fighting that's the issue, here, it's-- Look. When you were facing ghosts and the undead with your team, you knew what was at stake. You knew who you were protecting, and to what end. And you knew your enemy...their motivations, what they were willing to risk. You looked them in their eyes, or their empty eye-sockets, or whatever, and said "hey, yo, demons! Get the hell out of town!" And if they didn't listen, then you set a holy fire under 'em, and if they still don't listen, then you use whatever force you need to to protect the people who are just tying to live in peace.
But we don't know this world or its people. We show up and we're told to get in one of those big air ships and go kill people whose faces we don't see, and when we pull a lever or push a button it's too easy. You don't have to look them in the eyes as they die. It's...
[He sighs a long, gravelly sigh, and rolls his head back on his shoulders.]
I'm sorry. Some bummer hospital company I am, right? I'm sure your noggin hurts enough already without me bitching about moral implications.
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[Sven looks down at his bare feet, his legs still dangled over the edge of the gurney, twisting his thumbs together in his lap.]
Not that it's the fighting that's the issue, here, it's-- Look. When you were facing ghosts and the undead with your team, you knew what was at stake. You knew who you were protecting, and to what end. And you knew your enemy...their motivations, what they were willing to risk. You looked them in their eyes, or their empty eye-sockets, or whatever, and said "hey, yo, demons! Get the hell out of town!" And if they didn't listen, then you set a holy fire under 'em, and if they still don't listen, then you use whatever force you need to to protect the people who are just tying to live in peace.
But we don't know this world or its people. We show up and we're told to get in one of those big air ships and go kill people whose faces we don't see, and when we pull a lever or push a button it's too easy. You don't have to look them in the eyes as they die. It's...
[He sighs a long, gravelly sigh, and rolls his head back on his shoulders.]
I'm sorry. Some bummer hospital company I am, right? I'm sure your noggin hurts enough already without me bitching about moral implications.