"Fuck efficiency," Midnighter says, grinning, invigorated. "We're here to save lives, asshole."

He sees the felled soldier, and rushes forward through mud and filth. The man's got a fair amount of shrapnel in his left side, bits of exploded bullshit buried into him. It's a gut wound, and it's deep, and the guy's crying out for somebody, his mom or his sister or his wife, Midnighter doesn't know.

He picks the guy up out of the mud, and holds him tight to his chest with a gentle sort of strength. And then back to his companion, "you got any other insights you wanna share?"

Midnighter says this as he runs back through the trenches, blood and dirt now covering him anew.