"Oh, I'm going to die out here," he says breezily. Which...Honestly, he probably is. He's a man of a different time and place. Hasn't the constitution for this sort of war. And while he's not brave, he is duty-bound, so he can't even run away. Ah, well...

"But I'm not talking about starting matches or living like a barbarian in the woods. I'm sure, given the state of your hair and your clothing, you're very used to living like a crazed barbarian. I'm talking about what happens when you encounter the hell that is other people. When you stumble into a Dendarii mountain village. What then? You don't look, sound, or move like a Barrayaran. And you can't avoid other people forever, even out here. Not when there's a war on. A war against galactics like you."