"How would you feel, if it turned out the thing you were best at in the world was killing people?" the Sergeant snaps. "Bet it'd fuck you up pretty good, too."

(Sergeant. Yeah, okay. Okay.)

"I'm sorry," he groans, running his (goddamn metal) hand down his face. "New memories are fuckin' rough. You know I threw up after just about every time I did that? Soon as I could get away? Pretty sure Soldat got over that pretty quick."