"Fack!"
"We need to think of something!"
The priest held a cigarette in his hand, looking exhausted as he faced the captain, "If we don't let everyone vent their emotions soon, things will definitely get worse!"
"Did you hear what that new lady said?"
"She said everyone needs to have at least three psychological therapy sessions, can you believe that?"
"Three times!"
"If we don't do something for them, they'll all have to be pulled back..."
"Did you fucking hear what I said?"
The priest took another drag of his cigarette, then crushed the butt fiercely on the ground.
As it hit the ground and sparked out, the captain turned to him, "Does God know you usually act like this?"
The priest was stunned for a moment, then replied with a mix of frustration and amusement, "I said I fucking didn't want to come to the front lines, you guys tied me up and threw me into the car, do you think I wanted this?"
