The age was part of it, but it seemed like even the adults all had at least someone they talked to. Even if it was just to argue with them. (Everyone except that Will person, anyway. The Soldier has yet to even see his face, and it's been looking.)

Being told the checking-in was kind gets a blink, and a long pause with a mildly taken-aback expression. Kindness hadn't really factored into it. Had it? Weapons aren't generally known for their kindness, after all. (Apparently this one is. Shut up. He's right, it's nice of you to ask. You could've just come here and demanded answers, why he's a hermit, whatever. You didn't. It's not my business why. He just needs to know he doesn't have to go it alone. See?)

The brief internal conversation derails at the question, as it registers that Bruce has come a little closer. Thankfully. It would rather answer questions than let the Sergeant prod at it. "Terrified," the Soldier answers frankly, not even considering saying anything other than the truth. "I don't have many memories. All of the ones I have are pretty bad. The hallucinations brought up more. They were all pretty bad, too. I wound up having to have Crowley take my fear away for the last 54 hours, or something regrettable would have happened."