"I speak Russian," the Soldier reminds him with the faintest hint of amusement to its voice. It fades immediately, though, as it explains, "They're nonsense. Things like 'rusted', 'seventeen', and 'furnace'." It purposefully goes out of order and skips around, and makes sure to speak in English, just in case (though it usually speaks English around Crowley, anyway). If there were any fear left, it's pretty sure it couldn't say them even that way. There's still a faint shiver of unease somewhere buried deep, even now. "It feels like the order and the language both matter. The more of them there were, the worse it felt."