[It'll take him a while to answer; no sense in getting this thing soaked, after all, he'll wait until he's actually in one of the Centers to deal with messages.

But the message does come; it's slightly calmer than the one he'd sent out before, but not by much - his breathing is still quick, and he sounds a bit exhilarated, but at the very least he's controlled.]

Well, I can't say I can argue with most of that; I wouldn't go so far as to say I grew up on the battlefield, but I certainly did grow up surrounded by one, and as such it was only natural that I join it eventually, myself.

A soldier of some sort, I'm assuming?