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Yeah. That's why I don't bother with 'em.

They say stuff about you?

Not about how I look, but they talk, yeah.

Why? About what?

'Bout me bein' poor and quiet, 'bout my dad.

Um . . . what's "poor"?

When you don't have a lot of money.

That seems like a pretty dumb reason. Who cares about money?

It's what you need ta eat. Ta have a place to live and sleep. Ta have clothes that fit and don't smell.

The Horde always gave us all those things. Food and a barracks and clothes.

'Cause you're a soldier. Don't work like that in other places.

Can't you just become a soldier too?

No, kids ain't allowed to fight where I'm from. People don't like it, and my dad wouldn't let me.

That doesn't make any sense . . . all soldiers start as kids. Your soldiers must not be very good if they never fight til they're grown up.

[slow shake of his head]

Not where I'm from. Most all countries use adults for fightin', and they're not bad at it.