Kevin looked around at the brooding populous of the jet. The death of Kimura hung heavy in the air. He looked down at his hands, remembering the feeling of release and the challenge of power as he'd touched Laura.

He sighed, weighted with conflict and confusion. "Death is inevitable." That's what Laura had told him once. If he looked to his teammates, their example told that he should be grieving--even for an enemy, or at least for his own lost innocence.

Kevin looked to Laura. She seemed to understand this better than him, maybe her example would be the one to follow...