Thanatos grinned. "Grace, I will give you a choice: picture a merc group full of thugs armed to the teeth one side, and on the other, picture yourself in a serving wench outfit. Any design you like." He faced Cygnus. "There is no way in hell I will be a turncoat to my own country." Thanatos gave the matter some thought. "Maybe...maybe I'll go help rebuild Nephilim. Those people need all the help they can get, after that..." Here Thanatos' voice trailed off. He started to recall all the horrible things he had done during the Siege.