"Wayslaende's right." Callan chipped in. "It would probably have killed us then moved on to the other poor s*ds afterwards. Should only go to war if you know you can win."
Genii looked at August, Callan and finally Shiloh. What she said struck a cord and he looked hurt. "I'm going to sleep." The moody Siren excused himself and curled up on his side.
Callan suddenly leaned away from something (the static noise from his earpiece).