Wing's pinions flick and the white helm tilts as if in challenge. He really would like to know how it's different, but he knows there's no answer forthcoming.

It's hard for Wing to hold onto his ire though, especially when it's fueled so fiercely by love and causing Drift obvious distress. He sighs as he steps forward, reaching out to hopefully settle his hands on Drift's shoulders, his mouth set in a determined line but his brow furrowing under his helm.

"I did. And maybe I made it look too easy. But understand that the heart of the notion is to value all life. That includes your own. You can save more people alive than you can dead. Sacrifice is the last resort, it's why we don't draw our Great Swords in every battle."

He shakes his head vigorously in outright refusal. "No, she's not. Not til...we find a body or she wakes up in a temple." If only they could ask Vector...he would know if one of his Marked had passed, wouldn't he? "If that's the case, then we both should have."

Drift's next words provoke a strangled noise. "You'd--you'd broadcast it!?" Wing's imagination is a little too ready and available with imagery to go with that. If he could go pale he would, but as it is his field goes cold and something turns in his tanks. "What if he disrupted the feed!?"