Listen, if you traded away your life at the age of ten to be a large genetically modified war criminal, you'd cling to the fact you got to call yourself a cool name. Gadriel didn't have much else going for him. Just...killing.

"I would not know. I have not seen my home planet for...centuries. I have had no problem." What had Imurah mocked him with? His ignoble ancestors. All dead. And their shame dead with them, he hoped.

"If they want this land, they should be fighting for it, instead of using us. One's homeland is consecrated by the blood of the fallen."