[Heh. Everything he stood for. In all logical reasoning his uniform should be a smoldering heap wherever it is. He's not sure he wants that kind of reminder. He shakes his head, distant.]
Riiight.
How exactly--[He sits up, dogtags slipping off his clavicle to hang in front of him.]--is any of this supposed to be real?
[Action]
Riiight.
How exactly--[He sits up, dogtags slipping off his clavicle to hang in front of him.]--is any of this supposed to be real?