That's always been my opinion. I'm sure they saw it some other way; but I had better soldiers, and more bullets, so in the end their opinion was irrelevant.

I almost got court-martialed about that one; explicit disregard of orders, violation of war convention, yadda yadda. [It's war, Gid. Shepard does think there should be lines not to be crossed, but none of those came into play in the dark under Torfan.] In the end, they pinned the N7 on me, handed off a promotion, and told me to stop being such a pain in the ass. Which I of course was, ever after; hazard of the job.

[This is why we drink.]

So, what's a Chevalier do? Professionally speaking.