" Yeah, maybe. So long as they ain't assigned to any of my squads. I've got a looooong casualty record. I'd honestly rather they stop sendin' us people. "
"Do you always talk to Officers like that?"
He wanders over, pulling it out of the wall and returning it to its sheathe.
"I don't know. It's in the wrist. Or something? Heh."
He reaches to the knife sheathed on his chest and spins it around, throwing it at the wall and sticking it.
Knives are sort of his thing, so he's gonna show up to the youngblood.