Dax's mouth curved in a dashing smile that only confirmed Chris's words. "That's one way to name it," he said. "The military had less poetic terms. They called it strategic control."
Chris huffed a sound halfway between disbelief and a laugh. "Strategic control. That's elegant for suffocating entire battalions."
"It saved more of my men than it killed," Dax answered, tone quiet but unflinching. "And it ends wars faster than politics ever could."
He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes never leaving Chris's. "You think I'm proud of it."
"I think you're used to it." Chris answered while balancing his silver spoon on the edge of the bowl.
"That too."
Chris tilted his head slightly, breaking the stare before it could become something heavier. "And you can use it anytime you want? Wouldn't that make you a target?"
