[There's a strange sort of sigh from Allura, the kind that's slow and drawn out. It expresses disappointment, but not in the people involved, not in her expectations not being met — but in a familiarity with this sort of situation, that had fed the more cynical expectations that she would rather starve out.]

... it was an emergency. None of this was organized the way it should have been. Honestly, splitting the forces down to a third, and then sending them to take on their enemies head-on, it was...

[Not his fault.]

[Not anyone's fault.]

[But nonetheless, it was a mistake.]