The general's face grows red with anger. [b]You don't think I don't know that!? This is [i]every single day[/i] for us, for me, for my men! We have seen everything the sick horrors of the universe could conjure up. Creatures that call themselves gods, that crack flesh and warp bone, that consume and rage until everything bows to them. Thank whatever god you call your own that this Thing Malachi's drawing from is dead, because your sanity would not survive otherwise. This is [i]easy[/i] for us, for the simple reason that it's all we've every been able to do; hold the lines a little longer. A week, a day, an hour, a month, a year, or Eternity. Do you understand that? It's not that we don't expect casualties, it's that we have to accept them.[/b]