[He stares at her, and the quilt she's clutching, for just a moment before rising, straightening his clothes on the way. Stepping around the signs of her temper, he reaches for the door knob and pauses.]
I went to war. And there was a time when I hated everyone who wasn't there, too.
[Then he's out the door, because he didn't owe her that, and he doesn't want to have it thrown back in his face.]
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I went to war. And there was a time when I hated everyone who wasn't there, too.
[Then he's out the door, because he didn't owe her that, and he doesn't want to have it thrown back in his face.]