"Haman..." Char reached out for her hand, and squeezed it. "I'm not trying to argue with you. I just don't want to see anybody else die. We've lost too many people this month as it is. I can't lose you, Mineva, or Kamille."

She was right. They had to fight, and he would. It seemed like no matter what he did in life, he always managed to end up behind the controls of a mobile a suit at some point. "Just as long as you promise me that we'll both come back alive from this."