Kyle took a deep breath.
"I know that you're angry, but-"
"Angry?!" Falk interrupted Kyle. "I feel like shit because two of my best friends just died!"
"Yes, angry," Kyle said, "but we-"
"This is not anger!" Falk shouted. "This is righteous indignation! I am furious with the unfairness, and I can't take the thought of never hearing Tracy's or Bormine's voices again!"
"They were our comrades, for fuck's sake!"
"Okay, okay," Kyle said. "Can you please stop interrupting me?"
Falk's eyes widened with fury as his arms shook.
Then, his entire demeanor turned cold.
"Fine, speak," he said with a dark tone.
"I know you're angry," Kyle said, "but we can't just rush into this stuff without a plan. Yes, I also want revenge, but what's the point if it endangers our lives as well? Would Bormine and Tracy want us to take revenge for them at the cost of our own lives?"
