The military encampment and ship he arrived on were already out of sight, when his foot stepped into a tiny puddle of mud. Not enough to sink into, but enough to put about an inch or two of his boots, that were issued to him. With a grunt of effort, Leraje pulled his foot free, and continued with the group, more annoyed then previously.
"Just tell me what and when to kill, and they'll be no problems." He glanced over to the Support Unit derisively, and clicked his tongue once, then turned to Rem. "If they're here to offer aid and the like, then who gets to give them orders? Just you? Or any of us? And what happens if you are ever... indisposed?"
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"The universe is all in the mind that perceives it, and sensation is the first and only reality. If a tree falls in the forest with no creature to hear it, than there is no tree."
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