“Uh… I guess you could say that.” It’s not a term Duo would choose, but he’s heard himself called a child soldier, a terrorist, and a freedom fighter depending on who was speaking, so there’s always that.

“I guess. But that’s as much a mind game as it is a physical one.” Duo shrugs at the reference, not because he doesn’t understand it, but more because he doesn’t linger there. His attempted murder by suffocation or just, you know, G beating the living shit out of him is just another episode of the war he signed up for fully expecting to not walk out of.

“You really trying to one up dying, man?”