"Maybe it is a matter of perspective. You know them both better. And longer. So perhaps you have felt like you are being told everything."

"But as for me? Neither of them know me very well. I get it... they have no reason to trust me. And like I said... I have worked for a 'General' before who was far too happy to put my life on the line, wait back at command and not give a fuck if I even achieved the job, let alone if I came back alive."

"And as a result, right now, I don't have a lot of faith in those in command. I have been burned too many times by too many people."

"I really don't know how I can change that. Not when they ain't in any condition to make a bond... a connection. None of us are."

"Listen. I am a soldier. I might be a bother on the field, but if you tell me to go a certain direction... I will do it. I am glad you are thinking about psych workups... because a lot of people will need it."

"Lyall. I can do that. A lot of people don't think the way I do. But in my world... civilians wouldn't think anything about attacking each other for an advantage." Harley shrugs her shoulders.