[ A nod— meek in a way he isn't, grateful in a way he doesn't know how else to express. But now he has to actually - do it. Tell it. He doesn't know where to start.
Well, no. He does. He knows where to start. ]
He's dead. You probably figured, but he's— yeah. Dead. In my time.
[ And that's part of it, but not all. Dead hangs like a half finished sentence, as though it isn't the very most final thing there is. But he needs a second to gear up to why it bothers him so much that a self-made soldier died in a war. So, stalling - ]
I don't think he has that long. It was about five years between the last two times I saw him. I'm pretty sure if you'd wiped all the battlefield muck away he'd have looked about the same that last time as he does now.
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Well, no. He does. He knows where to start. ]
He's dead. You probably figured, but he's— yeah. Dead. In my time.
[ And that's part of it, but not all. Dead hangs like a half finished sentence, as though it isn't the very most final thing there is. But he needs a second to gear up to why it bothers him so much that a self-made soldier died in a war. So, stalling - ]
I don't think he has that long. It was about five years between the last two times I saw him. I'm pretty sure if you'd wiped all the battlefield muck away he'd have looked about the same that last time as he does now.