Gavin was confused. "if you're trying to keep commandos safe, you're going to work on how you do it. Telling a normal clone to sit and stay is one thing. We're supposed to question orders. It's in the nature. If you're going to order them to stay, give them a job to do at least." Gavin began to strip his armor off. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt. What you could see of his body was covered in scars. He was making makeshift repairs to his armor, when he asked, "So why didn't you kill me? You certainly seemed like you wanted to. what made you stop?" He wasn't trying to sound suicidal, he was honestly curious.