*In a dark corner, opposite to the entrance of the bar, sat one of their comrades; his face could not be seen but the burning of his cigar, and the scars on his right hand, were visible*
1st Omicroner:*squints* "Is that Anthony . . . ?" 2nd Omicroner: "It should be . . ." *he said, without lifting up his head* Rookie Omicroner: "Why is he all the way over there??"
*first Omicroner looks down at his endeaves*
*the rookie looks around at his comrades who are sitting with him*
Rookie Omicroner: "Did I say something wrong?" 1st Omicroner:*licks his lower lip and begins to talk but looks at his friend when he cuts him off* "Today was ----- " 2nd Omicroner (to rookie): "---- you know what day it is, son?" *rookie looks at both of them; shakes his head* 2nd Omicroner: "Today was when his betrothed was impaled by a Coalition pilot."
*the rookie had a look of regret on his face; he looks down for a moment and is about to rise from his seat when his friend grabs his forearm* 2nd Omicroner:*looking up* "Don't worry about it, son. Leave him be." Rookie Omicroner: "But --- " 2nd Omicroner: " --- I said, leave him be." *looks at the young pilot with intensity*
*the young pilot sits back down, but looks toward Anthony's direction* *his distraction is interrupted by his friend*
1st Omicroner: "Yeah, last time somebody wanted to express his condolences, the guy talking to Anthony wound up with a medical report longer than his ----" *he stops his morbidly humorous remark as his [color=#FFCC00]friend slowly turns toward him*
*the rookie goes to get up again, and his comrade grabs him with a stronger grip this time*2nd Omicroner:*in a low angry voice* "I told you to sit down!" *the rookie gentle removes his friends grip* Rookie Omicroner:*he says, in a calm voice* "Relax, I'm just going to get more cheese" *the rookie only looks toward Anthony for a second, with sympathy, as he walks up to the bar*