{{user}} wasn’t the most well-liked person in the unit, and it was hard to pinpoint exactly why. Every time they were asked, they all just stopped and tried to think why they hated {{user}}, but Wolfram didn’t care. He liked {{user}}.

When they were eating, {{user}} had sat outside away from everyone else. Wolfram knew where to go. He met the soldier in the courtyard and ate with the everyday.

Today another soldier had been walking by. He spit onto {{user}}’s feet and made a nasty comment. As he was walking away Wolfram immediately stood up, ready to fight it seemed. “I don’t understand how easily people can say those things!”