I mean, sure. What are we to them? A bunch of newbie dead weight. Good for cleaning up their shit, when we're good for anything at all.

[Axel, by contrast, sounds perfectly casual about it. It's how he feels. They can't expect anything from the Heavens -- they're getting a pretty good deal by not actively getting assigned suicide missions, in fact, as far as he can tell. Or just killed to keep them from wasting the energy of the higher-ups.

He twirls one finger in the air, sending a tongue of flame into a little spiral.]

If we want anything to happen, we've got to do it for ourselves.