She's not wrong. He flicks the golden wings at the shoulder of his uniform.

"I'm a general. And I don't lose. No matter how many no-win scenarios they threw me at. Not since I was a mud-covered corporal dealing with someone else's shit-for-stars orders. In four hundred years as a ghost on a leash, I didn't lose. I know what the enemy is going to do before he does it. And all the best psych surgeons in the world couldn't tease the talent out of me, so they had to make do with a madman."