The answer makes Sixshot fall silent for a moment, tilting his head curiously. "Aren't the humans still your lot? Why else fight for them?"

At her description of the situation, the big Sixer snorts. "Sounds like a little mess there." Probable genocide, planetary destruction, war and strife. Yeah, this was beginning to sound pretty relatable actually.

"Isn't the debris from the destruction still going to hit Earth somehow?"