He snorted. "That term is an oxymoron. If you are alive you have a choice on weither or not to fight. The choice might involve choosing to die, but it is still a choice. If you choose to perserve your life over your morals in that situation then you are not a weapon but a soldier and should walk into battle as one. To be alive is to take ultimate responsibility for your actions. Anything less is cowardice or childish."
He folded his arms over his chest and glared at them. "My partner was raised an assasin, modified to be superhuman for the express purpose of war, and has all the self identity of a loaded gun. For all that he still knew when a battle was simply not worth the bloodshed and removed himself from the feild at teh cost of his own preservation. That is the price for life. Choice. Responsibility."