Acre
"Well I guess I didn't do much yesterday after all. I may not be the ones to teach you manners, but I really hope I'm there when they do." He turned to Chad. "Do you plan on killing people. It's obvious the twins don't mind about collateral damage but I see it every day. I don't means yeerks in this case but the humans infested. When someone dies or is badly hurt, they leave family behind. Parents, friends, brothers, sisters." He shot a look at Sierra.
"Even if they're infested, we have to take responsibility for those who we hurt. This may be a war, but these people are innocent. Have you thought about that, while you're playing your games of who's strongest, or who gets to be the leader? Every morning bright and early, it's a beautiful new day, except for those who are stuck in hospitals or morgues." Acre had begun pacing and biting his knuckles. "Who am I to decide who lives or dies in this world. If it was a true war, side against side, I could kill. I could wreck them, I could destroy them." He spat blood from his chewed up knuckle. "But this, this is a fight over hostages. They hide behind people on the street. Hostages." The air had begun to get thick around him and began to shimmer. Then he stopped pacing and looked at his hand. The atmosphere returned to normal. "When did this happen?" Doesn't matter. I'd like to see you all think. The time for games ended yesterday." He stepped up to the headmistresses door and walked in.