"Good. That's real good." Poor kid. Being out of time like that must have been pretty terrible. (Awaiting orders. Asset, c'mon, pal. No. Awaiting orders. Think it's making a point, Sergeant. Hrm. Just don't know what the point is. You an' me both.)

Soldat shakes their head a little. "I think your memories might be too. Fantastical. To really help jog mine. I killed a lot of people, but. None of 'em had wings or could summon bone armies. It's a nice thought, though, thank you."