[Useful. He was doing something useful, fighting, dragged into a war he didn't ask for. That's...that's helping, right? Amid burying children who were freezing to death, looking at the people who were so hungry, listening to the coughs from the medical tent, yeah he felt liked a goddamn angel of mercy.

Sure. He was doing so much for them.

The pretences of who he was slipped from his fingers; she wasn't fighting him so it wasn't worth the effort. Tucker didn't know who the hell she was, and he was starting to find it didn't bother him much. Mysteries weren't all bad; look at Scooby Doo.]

Fucking tell me about it. This shit is just...sad.

[He looked over at her, lashes low, tired. Cold, like the rest of them.] But unless you have a magic wand, I doubt that there's much we can do.