"War? You're a soldier then?" He seems too young for that. But on another world, or another time, apparently not. And even in the wars Radley knows about, often not.

He grimaces at the imagery. "Yeah, those are pretty gruesome deaths. But being killed slowly is no picnic either. You don't always get to come back from that, and even if you do, sometimes a part of you stays back there, being killed again and again."