Kent stood looking over the river. You could see it in his eyes: the war, the prison camp, the death. He remains there, stoic. He doesn't even jump as you approach him.

Kent: "Do you ever think about death? Do you, a civilian, ever consider the lives lost in the war?" He looks up at the sun, sighing. "Sorry for talking like that. It isn't your fault. You're just a farmer." He looks down at the river. "I can't stand to be inside. It's too calm. I'm not the same. They don't deserve that."