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Panel 1: Peter Kepler, head to hips, front, a Levenworth green dress shirt with a rather loosely tied gray tie, a Levenworth blazer on his left shoulder, hands straight by his sides, hands in the pockets of his gray pants. He looks contemplative, possibly a bit sad. There's an open doorway behind him.

Panel 2: Mium F5 in the background, head to waist, front, right arm off-panel, left arm and most of his left torso is behind Naomi. His hair is still black, but he's exchanged the damaged suit for a plain white long sleeved shirt. He shares Peter's expression. Naomi Atarah in the lead, in a gray tank top. Her hair is also still black.

Naomi:

Peter!

Did you know about the tanks?

The attack?

Panel 3: The right side of Peter's face and a bit of the right side of his neck and part of his right shoulder.

Peter:

Ah... Yeah.

Panel 4: Naomi, in profile. She's clearly angry, she's tilted forward, and her pony tail is slanted enough to indicate she's clearly starting to move.

Naomi:

And you didn't think to mention that? Peter, what the damnation is wrong with you?

Why aren't you doing something about it?

People are dying out there! I know people deployed in Arpon! Arkady is out there!

Peter-

Panel 5: Mium, head, shoulders, left arm. His left arm is extended horizontally. He looks unhappy. He's staring straight forward. Naomi, head and neck, her shoulders are behind Mium's arm. Her eyes are focused on Mium. She's talking, but looks surprised.

Naomi:

-... you are getting faster, aren't you? Come on, I wasn't going to touch him.

Panel 6: The left side of Mium's face to his left shoulder. He's apparently no longer extending his arm. Naomi is, however, still behind him. She's turned towards him and appears to be scolding him.

Naomi:

Okay, fine, but I wasn't actually going to hit him. I'm annoyed, not stupid.

Fine, fine, I promise not to do anything besides yell at him 'till he does something.

Panel 7: Peter, head to mid chest.

Peter:

Do something? In what capacity? I am not Malsa's general, and this is Malsa's war.

Weber left me in charge of the M.S.B. to go to that war, after all.

Panel 8: Naomi, head to mid chest.

Naomi:

That's a load of fecal matter. You meddle in anything you want.

What exactly are you trying to prove here? And why is that worth putting people in danger?

Panel 9: Peter, head to upper thighs, right forearm beyond the panel border. His arms are down but he's holding his hands away from his sides with the palms towards Naomi.

Peter:

What exactly do you want from me? This isn't a war that I started, this is the Consul's squabble and isn't even particularly convenient for me.

Should I take over the military? Suppress the entire war? Wipe out some tiny nation's army just because I'm living in another one?

I let the Consul ask Mium questions, what more are you asking me to do?

Panel 10: Naomi, head to chest. Her arms are held around 30 to 40 degrees from level, to her sides, held straight.

Naomi:

To actually help people! You could have warned the Consul, and you probably could stop them just by asking Mium!

Panel 11: Peter, head and shoulders. Either he looks tired, or I am tired. Possibly both.

Peter:

Probably.

He'd also probably do it if you asked him to.

Are you going to?