Buddy. I hav- wait what the -blam!- happened to pavel? No time, agh. Here. Take the magnum back. And my captains insignia. Now listen to me. Shoot me. I have a bullet loaded in there. That bullet shot me in the knee. I want to die with a memory. Now. I ask you a favor; bury me in a park on new terra. I've written a book on our adventures up to the battle of Mexico from the perspective of private Eric morn (sound familiar? Desticle at heart) and I titled it "a new home". Finish it and publish it.