"Sound tactic?!" he yelled. And she was right, of course she was, but on this side of the playing field, it sure didn't feel like it was. "Some people would say that chucking dead bodies at bases is a sound tactic, too, but that doesn't make it fucking right. Noncombatants have no fucking business being used as tools! They're fucking people!"

His voice was cracking, the volume gaining, the speed at which the words tumbled free going faster and faster. There was a concentrated effort to calm the fuck down, taking a few steps back as he took a deep breath, let his shoulders shake this out. It's not her fault. It's not--

--But then she's talking about opening it again and--

"Dude, I thought we talked about this. They'll just come in and take over everyone's worlds!"