Redhawk Caldera In Germany Before the War

With Towhee's lack of interest in the deer confirmed, Whip settled back into his meal. He gnawed idly as she spoke. She brought up that which had been on everyone's mind as of late: the war. "Good," said Whip. The war bothered him not. There were few constants that could truly be counted on in the waking world. Violence was one of them. It was a language all could understand. An art in its own right.

He remembered his sister's resolve at the meeting and saw it fleeting. No, there was something else written in her expression, but it was something Whip could not read. "You're bothered," he observed in pass, chewing as he spoke. "Are you afraid?" But, Whip knew fear. He couldn't see it in her eyes.