[Childe lived for that sort of thing, so he couldn't.... Wholly relate. But the quieter moments, where he could fish, or sit by a fire with the men he was assigned. Telling stories to curious children...

Maybe it was nice to have a little downtime, where he wasn't fighting for his life. Sometimes.]

I get that. I think. I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, myself.

[Childe laughs, as Bob didn't seem keen on eating a massive, strange bug. Preferring berries.]

Smart guy.

[More for him. Childe would yank the bug off his shoulder, and use his delusion's electro energy to zap it, good and hard. It would curl up, dead in his hand. Childe would then just. Pop it into his mouth.

No questions asked, no further thoughts about the whole thing. Free protein!]