"That would be easy to solve, if that were the problem here," the Soldier says, maybe a little wistfully. Some asshole behind this whole mess, just one person, normal and mortal and shoot-able. If only.

They step up into the general store, finally at their destination. "We can put the boxes over here," they say, moving to one side of the room where other people have already deposited supply. The Soldier has kind of been lagging in the delivery department today, obviously.