“My best friend was a terrorist! Same with my other best friend. Then there was my best friend’s best friend who was like, some big terrorist, but I never really got to know him before he died. They killed most of my people, actually. Even my father. I’d even go as far as to call it ethnic cleansing. Ahh, funny guys, funny guys.”
He pushed out ahead of them, indifferent to whether they were following. “I miss them quite a bit, actually. . . Anyway, I know there’s people here, but they’re asleep. Don’t wake them up.”
With that, he stepped out into the swamp.