A few months? I guess being pressed into an army means more than cannon fodder after all. I figured they teleported us here with the expectation that we'd die for us. Gotta win us over first, though. That's what the food and weapons are for. But a few months...

[He taps his chin, considering this for a few long moments. Of course he has time, it's just that he figured they went through mortals at a good rate. Doesn't seem to be the case.]

Yeah, it was good. You've seen one world war, you've seen 'em all, after all.