Tessa may be moe, but she's also a total fucking badass.
"So, what do we make of this?" said Corporal Spake of the SRT, breaking the silence. He
was an American in his mid-twenties, who had come from the Marines' Special Forces. "Stop this
nonsense about fighting an absurd losing battle. Let's get some rifles and go to the command
With just those words, they understood what Spake was trying to say- Mao said in a low
voice, "Stop it, Spake," but he continued on defiantly. "In the event that Tessa and the De Danaan
do make it out unharmed, the enemy would be aboard, too. They know the A-B-C's of strategy,
too. Resistance against a battle we've already lost without anywhere to run to- that's incredible.
We would have to be ready for heavy damage. If we finish this with a business-like discussion, I
think they would be satisfied, as well."
"Keep talking bullshit. You'll be tried for treason and deserting under fire," Clouzot said.
"You're saying this to a soldier-for-hire? The Operations Headquarters was blown to
kingdom come, wasn't it? Are you going to pay our fees? Well, Lieutenant?"
"So we should gladly die for our colleagues in the unit, right? But this isn't some dumb
Hollywood war movie, is it? That kind of simple-minded heroism won't cut it. I'm telling you, I
won't die for nothing."
His voice was already dripping with venom.
If there had been even the slightest possibility of escaping, Spake probably wouldn't have
said such a thing. That's how he had been up to this point.
But this time was different.
The odds were just too bad. Spake was definitely not a bad man; when he had been drunk
at a pub before, he had said that he wanted the power to do everything possible, because he liked Tessa.