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[deadthenred]

Alright, lemme make sure I got this exact. We've been rounded up to fight in some dad-blamed future battle, and in the meantime we're supposed to sit around and twiddle our thumbs. Guess some things never change, huh?

Look, I got sympathy, I really do. You have terrific taste, bringing me here. I'm all aces. And hang, I hate to say no to a lady. Some of you have to be ladies, right?

[ Cough cough. Ahem. ]

But I'm all booked up. I got a date with Hitler and his Nazi crum-bums. I can't stick around for this.

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[imperfect]

...Strange thing to say. [His expression clears a little after a moment, though.] But I guess it's a bigger surprise I don't hear more of those, with all the freakish alternate futures around here.

[deadthenred]

They really did a number on old London, didn't they?

[imperfect]

Better than the last time I actually saw it, to be fair. [Shrug.] But I know what you mean. Different worlds, they take a little getting used to.

[deadthenred]

I figure I'm not kicking around long enough to get used to it.

[imperfect]

Yeah, well, you could be surprised. One way or another.

[deadthenred]

Hang, stickin' around anyplace for too long'd take some getting used to.

[imperfect]

What, are you one of those people without homes or something?

[deadthenred]

Army brat.

[imperfect]

Most of those still have somewhere to go back to.

[deadthenred]

Do you mean a place, or do you mean people?

[imperfect]

[A lopsided smile.] Same difference.

[deadthenred]

My people move around a lot, too.

[imperfect]

Well, I guess I can sympathise.

But try it sometime. Settling down, I mean. Can't be as bad as it sounds.

[deadthenred]

Maybe when the war's over. It ain't really up to me.