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"You'd definitely be dead if you were a soldier. Too happy, too unaware of your surroundings."
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"Yeah, well. Life isn't necessarily fun when you can't die. But it's good for work."
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"Nick Armharst said he couldn't die...you know where he is?"
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"Hell, or heaven? Or what ever after life you believe in?"
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"Probably Hell with the shit he pulled. I'm saying don't get cocky." He turns, starting to step towards the barracks, past you. "Goodnight, soldier."
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"Night." He sighs and pulls out his plasma pistol and shoots himself clean through the head. Nanobots begin to repair his armor quickly as his flesh and muscle regrow. "Ooooowwww...." He whimpers and sulks over to his barracks.
