Commander Li looked from the doorway to me, then to Yuche, then to Zhenlan, then to Chenghai.
His expression suggested he was beginning to understand that the military manuals had not prepared him for this household.
That was fine.
Nothing had prepared me for this household either, and technically it was mine.
I took a breath, then pointed toward the ceiling. "Fine. The house is damaged. The entrance is damaged. The plants are damaged. The porch is probably damaged, the floors are disgusting, and apparently the ceiling has decided to show everyone its fragile emotional state. But that does not mean we are moving."
Commander Li's voice stayed careful. "If another attack comes before repairs are made—"
"Then the next group can die in the yard like the last group."
"The last group made it into the house... thus the current state."
"Don't you 'thus' me. That group is now they compost. I fail to see the issue."
