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Thea was still new to this whole capture thing, even with herself being captured, it still was a bit confusing for the young Fireball, who simply tilted her head, pale blue eyes merely settling on Bastille for a few moments, trying to figure it out, but not a word of protest came from the Arabian leopard's mouth.

Captures had no place in her mind, even though, now that she was living here, it was slowly forcing it's way in, making a space for itself, and she was slowly gathering information.

Of course, it might be faster if Thea simply asked about captures and tortures, but even then, it might just confuse her more. She had a tendency to not ask for help, so instead, a nod, and a smile began to form. "Okay!"

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They were at War. They knew exactly how to deal with War and that meant not everything was pretty. Washington himself had morals, but he didn't feel bad for the horrible things that he had done in the past. He knew that children weren't someone that needed to be in the likes of war, but War didn't exactly care who it would end up killing in the future. The Freelancer knew this from experience when the enemy constantly tried to get passed them when they were trying to protect the likes of a city from the approaching threat. Of course, that didn't mean that he had to agree with everything, and whatever Carolina had done had been immediately out of line. The male didn't have any enjoyment when he killed someone, and the only reason he did it was because it was his job. And it still was his job as the likes of a soldier to get everything done in a certain amount of time without any mistakes from it. Washington technically didn't have to kill, but he knew the easier reason to why it was done. Washington could care less that his comrade had killed someone in front of a crowd.

Why should he? It was an enemy, and leaving an enemy alive could just pose to be problematic later on for the rest of the group of civilians that wouldn't stand a chance if they were really attacked. Now, the enjoyment she had thought wasn't something that he had seen from the female. He thought maybe it was the aspect of dying and coming back to life that did it, but Washington wasn't quite certain as they didn't exactly have a heart to heart talks with one another. Washington knew taking prisoners was a good way to get information out of them, especially if they were from the likes of the Typhoon. Washington wasn't one that would hold mercy until he knew that they were indeed children. Would he break them out? Probably not, as he knew the reason for keeping prisoners, they needed to get the upper hand before all of this escalated. It just meant that others were caught in the crossfire. They were just animals to Washington though, and he didn't exactly have a bone in his body that he was willing to use to care for them when he had better things to do.

The Freelancer was making his way through the observatory when he heard someone screaming, albeit muffled through both his helmet and in the basement. Well, that was interesting. No one around the area seemed to be in a sort of panic though, and so he doubted that it was one of the civilians that existed in this outpost. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he made his way over as everyone began to crowd around Bastille. The other said that they should ignore the shrieking, but he would easily be able to put the pieces together of what was happening. They had more prisoners. Washington knew he was probably going to have to keep Carolina away from them in her current state. Washington's body language seemed to remain calm like it usually was as he looked where Bastille was going. [b]"Has interrogation been scheduled for the captives?" Washington questioned in his deadpanned tone that he usually talked in. Speaking in a formal military manner when addressing really anyone. The Freelancer could interrogate whoever was down there quite easily and get the information that they needed. This was War after all. Most means necessary were allowed to be used when it came to winning said War.