"You come, barging into my tent, at night, screaming and you want to know if I have lost my mind? Are you insane?" He probably would have argued more if he hadn't spent the night along, drinking just enough to avoid a hangover in the morning.
"It means exactly what it says," he said with a shrug. "None of this makes sense, Al. Coming back from the dead, having children that aren't your children anymore, you're as old as me, our parents are dead, I have no friends. Death makes more sense than this."
He took a deep breath. "I wish I had her courage, but I don't. That doesn't mean that I want to stay here. There's nothing here for me, nothing that makes sense. It's a constant reminder of how fucked up things are. I'm thinking of going to one of the other reserves, out of the country."