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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1279574" data-attributes="member: 8623">Octar barks out a short laugh, and his speech becomes slightly more animated and correspondingly slurred.&nbsp; &quot;I'm practicing, my friend.&nbsp; Have you ever seen old soldiers?&nbsp; I've seen many of them.&nbsp; My father's an old soldier.&nbsp; And what do old soldiers do?&quot;&nbsp; Octar leans back in his chair.&nbsp; &quot;They act morose, they think about old battles, and things they'd rather forget.&nbsp; And they drink so they don't have to do any of those things.&quot;&nbsp; He slows down again, and hunches over.&nbsp; &quot;I don't think we needed to kill the girl, Brioc.&nbsp; Even if she was Wendol.&nbsp; But I did because you asked me to.&nbsp; When an officer tells you to do something, you do it- that is what I learned, that is how a soldier acts to keep himself and his friends alive.&nbsp; If you had been an officer, and I a soldier, perhaps my concience could rest easier.&quot;But you are not, Brioc.&nbsp; You are my friend.&nbsp; And I killed her because you asked me to, not because I wanted to.&quot;&nbsp; His drunken monologue begins to wind down.&nbsp; &quot;And that... troubles me.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Hobbes, post: 1279574, member: 8623"] Octar barks out a short laugh, and his speech becomes slightly more animated and correspondingly slurred. "I'm practicing, my friend. Have you ever seen old soldiers? I've seen many of them. My father's an old soldier. And what do old soldiers do?" Octar leans back in his chair. "They act morose, they think about old battles, and things they'd rather forget. And they drink so they don't have to do any of those things." He slows down again, and hunches over. "I don't think we needed to kill the girl, Brioc. Even if she was Wendol. But I did because you asked me to. When an officer tells you to do something, you do it- that is what I learned, that is how a soldier acts to keep himself and his friends alive. If you had been an officer, and I a soldier, perhaps my concience could rest easier. "But you are not, Brioc. You are my friend. And I killed her because you asked me to, not because I wanted to." His drunken monologue begins to wind down. "And that... troubles me." [/QUOTE]

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