[ Maine hums in agreement and glances down at the hole in his bodysuit. Little to the right, and that shot probably would've hit his heart. He can survive a hell of a lot, but that? Unlikely. He's guessing it hit a lung instead. Not that there's any way to check: his arrival healed the wound entirely. All that's left is a scar. ]
No war.
[ Which is honestly pretty hard for him to imagine, but here they are. ]
no subject
No war.
[ Which is honestly pretty hard for him to imagine, but here they are. ]
Weird.
[ The fuck do civilians even do? ]