Allenby hadn't been hurt. Her leg was kinda sore from the damage done to Nobel Gundam, but that was only from the feedback telling her that the mobile fighter's foot had been lopped off.

She hadn't gotten out of the Trace suit yet. She just stood with her forehead leaning against the wall, arms dangling. For the first time today, she'd killed people. Yeah, they were Ohm, the guys who'd destroyed Earth. Yeah, the Quarter's crew had fought to save another planet from suffering the same fate. And yeah, they'd won.

Now she was wondering about those Shrikes she'd danced through Splicer's traps and cut up with her own techniques. All of 'em had to have friends, even if it was just each other. She might've even created some more orphans like herself. She could deal with people being hurt. Hell, even her teammates being hurt--as long as they got better. But ending someone else's life?

Gundams weren't for that. Allenby didn't care what other Earths did with theirs, it was wrong. But she'd just used Nobel Gundam for the same damn thing and what's more she'd do it again if another mission like that happened. 'Cause what else could she do? The Ohm were trying to kill them, too.