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"Roger that," The sniper replied, hurling her own smoke canister at the lancer's feet, enveloping the entire area in a canopy of smoke. Seriph's form was outlined in green by her HUD's friendly location tracker, so it was no difficulty to quickly roll from behind cover, jump to her feet and make her getaway alongside him, keeping her rifle trained on the cloud of smoke in case their enemy decided he was suicidal enough to try pursuit. She'd rather not be left behind on enemy turf, which meant they had to get out, fast.

With one last look toward the truck disappearing into the distance, Aster let go of what she had just done and focused her thoughts on what was to come. She had taken a shot at her only friend, but it had been to save his life. That was a good enough reason, right? It was an acceptable loss. Such sacrifices were made each and every day in wartime! This was just another thing she would have to bear. Vage was alive, and had a civilian to vouch for him, meaning he had some fairly good chances he would survive, although Aster didn't doubt he would be universally ostracized for his "heresy." But that didn't matter. Vage would live, and that was all that was important.

This too shall pass. Even this.