"We need to talk, Bob."
Bob's shoulders sank. He knew what was coming next.
"Levi, if this is about what I think it's about, then I don't want to hear it."
"He's dangerous, Bob. He'll get us killed."
"He's in our squad. We fight with him. That's the way it is, Levi."
Levi sulked, and the two of them carried on stacking crates onto the cart.
"Can I ask you a question, Bob?"
Bob looked at a particularly large crate. Its markings showed it contained mortar rounds.