"Like what?" Sera, if he could put his attachment to her aside (not actually possible), he knew was in spite of her inability to fight, from a pure tactical standpoint immensely useful.
Potentially these strangers would be too. If they were part of the tribe then so be it, they'd be more or less left alone, but if all they could do is exist and consume resources, then Heat would have to find SOMETHING they're capable of. Even if it's just making sure that their weapons are maintenanced and loaded, freeing up thei time to do other things. There are other ways to be helpful than bloodshed. He couldn't think of many, but he knew they were out there somewhere as possibilities. Support staff even amongst the Embryon tended to be less front-lines oriented than others, but he knew what they did.
It doesn't keep him from being scornful of the idea. Finishing here means more hunting, and Heat's expression darkens by degrees as he turns to the otherwise empty hallway, annoyance and resignation at war. "How many of these useless accessories did you find?" That's not a nice way to put that-- "And how much do they eat?"
It's not like a bunch of people who don't fight will be doing their OWN hunting. He knows who's going to have to, and half these damn things just ... disappear when killed, making it even more obnoxious to find enough to keep others fed. It's not the first time he's had to, and he doesn't figure it'll be the last.
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Potentially these strangers would be too. If they were part of the tribe then so be it, they'd be more or less left alone, but if all they could do is exist and consume resources, then Heat would have to find SOMETHING they're capable of. Even if it's just making sure that their weapons are maintenanced and loaded, freeing up thei time to do other things. There are other ways to be helpful than bloodshed. He couldn't think of many, but he knew they were out there somewhere as possibilities. Support staff even amongst the Embryon tended to be less front-lines oriented than others, but he knew what they did.
It doesn't keep him from being scornful of the idea. Finishing here means more hunting, and Heat's expression darkens by degrees as he turns to the otherwise empty hallway, annoyance and resignation at war. "How many of these useless accessories did you find?" That's not a nice way to put that-- "And how much do they eat?"
It's not like a bunch of people who don't fight will be doing their OWN hunting. He knows who's going to have to, and half these damn things just ... disappear when killed, making it even more obnoxious to find enough to keep others fed. It's not the first time he's had to, and he doesn't figure it'll be the last.