Julian startles and flinches back from the slap and raised voice. It's a left over from the camp, where raised voices often meant someone was about to be in a world of trouble. Often, him.

"Augments are dangerous," he says softly. "Prone to mental and emotional instability, delusion, megalomania and paranoia." If he was them, he'd be scared of him too. Truthfully, he was probably as scared of himself as the higher ups were. "And we're... between counselors at the moment. Telnorri left, we couldn't ask a civilian to stay on the front line. It's all right. That Fleet was actually a pleasant holiday in the middle of all of this."