You do it to me all the time, [He retorted, moving in front of him so they could have this conversation face to face, still scowling.]

I'm not the naive, sheltered idiot you seem to think I am. I used to be, but then I thought it would be a lot of fun to go play soldier in a trench for a year and a half, and obviously I realized my mistake all of three seconds after I got there. Watching people's heads get blown off changes you, a bit. [Which was more than he'd told anyone here, about what had happened before he came to town, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it, all things considered.]

So I've seen what horrible things men are capable of doing to each other, but that doesn't make me an idiot for saying you still have a chance to get out and do something different. [A painful chuckle forced its way out of his mouth.] And you may have noticed I don't exactly have a lot of friends, so you'll forgive me for not wanting to hear you've been beaten to death in an alley.