[Listens, silent - horrified, really, because while he has plenty of experience as a soldier, he's never been in a situation like that, really, and not that any two experiences can be fully comparable]
[But still. He listens to his words, his story, nodding a little at pauses so he'll know to continue, that he isn't going to interrupt]
[...] [He can get the sentiment. But it's still terrible to hear it just laid out like that.]
... Fuck. [what else can he say but that, really.]