"Hey slowpokes, care to speed up?" The other says at the front, not hiding his annoyance in the slightest.
The other soldier is walking faster than us, looking back all the time, heart racing and cold sweat dripping off his back, unable to hide his nervousness from me with his brutal-man faced, the anxiety making him walk quicker as well as the fact that the one supporting me was taking his time to properly chose where to walk so I would not miss a step; or he was just more careful than his colleague in general I supposed.
But at least I was starting to get the hang of this… communication methods of them, it wasn't that hard after a while, just some sounds that got easily absorbed in my mind, the troublesome part was finding their meanings separately from the sentence and engraving each words meaning. Memorizing was the easy part, for me at least.
