Lipton met Scorpion's inhuman eyes in acknowledgement, but didn't say anything. He'd learned long ago that if there was nothing productive to say, then it was better to not say anything at all. It wouldn't be helpful to point out the far greater likelihood of Sonya dying rather than prevailing, or that personal vengeance went against the good of the unit. He still remembered the brutal and wild way Guarnere had attacked those Krauts on D-Day, taking his brother's death in the war out on them and ignoring Winter's command. They'd survived, but it could've ended with them all killed.
Lipton understood why Sonya went, knew there was no stopping that kind of determination, but he didn't goddamn have to like it. He joined Jax and Sub-Zero in keeping watch, rifle at the ready and part of his mind constantly wondering after Sonya.
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on 2011-04-09 04:00 am (UTC)Lipton understood why Sonya went, knew there was no stopping that kind of determination, but he didn't goddamn have to like it. He joined Jax and Sub-Zero in keeping watch, rifle at the ready and part of his mind constantly wondering after Sonya.