...and we had to remove his finger right there in the mud. He died a week later, the infection had set in too far by that point. I didn't really know him that well, and by the end of that week I hated him anyway because his blood had dried all over me and it reeked, but there's no change of clothes in the jungle. And, you know, bunch of kids about your age all going through puberty in all that humidity... there were a couple kids in my squad that looked about twelve, and they pissed themselves the minute the first land mine went off and took out our CO, and that kinda fermented in the heat, too...
-You know what would drown out Cloud's gross 'Nam Wutai war stories? Taking a really long shower with the water up as high as it'll go-
-Dehydrated, calling out softly-
Water... please...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She shakes her head-
-The fever is bad enough that she's stripped down to just her shirt and cargo pants-
-Her inseperable jacket and boots are off in the corner in a pile-
-Without her jacket, it becomes pretty clear how bloody scrawny she is for someone who eats that much cake-
-Being a warp conduit must burn a lot of calories-
-She looks miserably sick-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Meenah is still in Julie's proximity-
-Gracia waits, considering losing her heavy, baggy pants-
-But then Cloud will see your legs-
-Scandalous-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Have you ever had an abscess in one of those really awkward places, like behind your knee or your elbow, or under your armpit, or on your shoulder, so every time you move it hurts? And you start to worry, hey, maybe if I move too much it'll pop, and I'll have pus all over me...
-He just keeps going and going and going-