Teasle and his smug face. The cold, painful force of the fire hose blasting his bare skin. The harsh voices mocking him as rough hands handled him like so much garbage…fresh blood from a kill that wasn’t even his, blood he didn’t earn or deserve…

“Got caught fighting a war back home against guys like me.” He replied, voice less quiet and more hollow this time. “Soldiers who followed orders in a war they didn’t ask for but still had to fight.”