The strumming finally stops, York going so far as to unsling the guitar from his shoulders and set it aside so he can lean forward and lace his fingers together. "So. Lemme get this straight."

Because as much (little) as he's been given? The impression he gets is this. "You fight in the war. Shit happens because hey, it's war, that's what happens. Somewhere between that ending and the past, I dunno, two, three years you get to a place where indirectly prompting genocide seems an appropriate request of an employer. Then you just decide to quit. Pack up, go home, come here and take the oath like the rest of us."

The one about protecting people and shit. The one about preventing Chronoblivion. "Is that entirely accurate? Because I feel like I'm missing shit here."