"Not long now. We're getting close." Torin replied, glancing over.<br/><br/>"I appreciate the condolences, but I'm not looking for sympathy. I've moved on." He said brusquely, shrugging again.<br/><br/>"I suppose the Administratum would say that it's too expensive, what with the number of active casualties in every campaign. War breeds wounded. And what about you? Can I count on you to take care of me?" He continued, injecting the last two lines with faint, teasing jest. He didn't want to come across as being overly dark, despite his impassioned perspectives on the issue. He was certain she didn't want to listen to him bitch and moan for the rest of the walk.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>