Daryl sniffs at the idea, something like a scoff. "Stupid move," he grumbles.

Daryl himself has never been to war in the traditional sense, but the whole world is at war at home. There are to rules, no laws, and no truces. He knows the concept of greed, and how hunger and ambition fight within large groups to find violent outcomes. He can picture it all in his mind, if not on the grand interplanetary-- inter-dimensional?-- scale Kaidan suggests.

"Nothing says these pricks," a roll of his shoulder toward the base, "ain't gonna get greedy when they're done with this shithole."