"I hope not." The Soldier, who is trying to work on this socializing thing, offers what it can of similar experiences: "I was in an army once. I couldn't imagine ever wanting to defecting from them, at the time." (They were the good guys, fighting fucking Nazis. Of course not.) The Soldier looks away again, frowning thoughtfully. "I did, though. I wound up owned by the people the army had been fighting. I don't remember how that happened."