Nox seemed slightly overwhelmed at the prospect that he'd found another war vet, after his other vet friends back in Slig Barracks had died out gradually, through simple accidents, but most, suicides.
they couldn't handle the horrors of war, eh Nox? they couldn't take the stress, and hack the gory sights, eh Nox?!? but you can...cant yeh? dont go blowin' yer brains out Nox! dont you dare!! i wanna have some more fun with you before yeh kark it!!
"i aint gonna!" Nox blurted out, then suddenly realising where he was and composing himself quickly. "err...sorry, lot on me mind. thats bloody terrible, the burns an' all, but its good to see a fellow comrade!" Nox dropped the scrab leg he was holding and held out his caluss-ridden hand to shake hands with the slig (Patrick).
"by the way, whats yer name? i've gotta' know yer name if we're gonna' keep these Muds under control, using goooood ol' fashioned sheer violence! eh pal?"
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