[ Carver works his jaw, forcing himself to breathe past that anger. It doesn't serve now. There's nothing to point it at. ]

We got hit. And they got the gate open.

[ What happened next was almost inevitable. ]

Enemy got me on the ground, [ he adds, without much emotion at all. ] I heard gunshots, but I didn't see my sister fall. And if I didn't see it, then she made it.