"I'm not too wild about having kids on the battlefield myself, but legally, it's their call." Hal shook his head and took a sip of his drink. "I could say a lot about how questionable having a single age of majority for every species in the universe is, but I'm sure that'd be about as productive as filing a complaint with any government that's ever existed."

Which was to say: not at all.

"But they're pretty impressive. I wouldn't expect most kids to do half as well as the ones we have." His tone was fond. Hal never expected to have any kids of his own, but he liked them quite a bit. He always enjoyed being the cool uncle, when he was actually on Earth long enough to see his family. And like his brother's children, the younger Legionnaires here were hard not to like.