Torcred stared long at the blackened wreck, hardly noting that the
guns were silent, the haze settling. He knew none of the exhilaration
that had been his when he took the panzer; a sickish sensation nested
in his stomach. He had killed--by subterfuge, true, but killed all the
same--a brother-terrapin, and now in his own mind rose up against him a
lifetime's training, all the blood-ties with his own kind....