[The one good thing about this whole nightmare was that Koby still had his Marine uniform and now it's all bloody and shredded and ruined. In the grand scheme of things, that so profoundly doesn't matter, but it feels so unjust all of a sudden, so horrifically unfair that Koby’s breath hitches and he hastily shoves his glasses up on top of his head to rub at his eyes.]

I mean -- yes, obviously, but you don't have to mention it. [It comes out shockingly ferocious, the sort of tone that only someone absolutely insane would use with a Warlord. Still, Koby is beyond worrying about that -- add it to the list of things to panic about, later.

Sniffing, he yanks his glasses out of his hair, furiously polishing them on a non-bloody part of his shirt.] I'm just -- its been a -- really awful weird day, and I'm relieved to see someone I know.