“And here I thought you were some exciting soldier with tales of adventure,” she said, laughing. “I have those,” he replied. “But it’s no way to live.” “Adventure is no way to live?” “Not always, Weezie,” he said, tossing a stick into a thicket. “You want rest at some point.” “You don’t seem like you’re ready to rest.” “Not yet,” he answered. “Not while the world’s as it is.”
