"Yes..." The man nods. "The terrain here provides an interesting variety to a familiar…

"Nothing. I don't think. I just do."

"I'm just so damn sorry it had to be the Coalition..." He isn't really paying attention to your words anymore. "After eight years of fighting those hyenas, boiling cats for food and drinking piss in the mountains..."

"Foreign powers cleaned up our mess and now they rule us." (Shake your head in shame.)

"I'm sorry it had to be them." He looks down at his boots. "After eight years of fighting those hyenas, boiling cats for food and drinking piss in the mountains..."

"That's how it should be. Soft socialists paving the way for the hard working class to take over."

"Preposterous! Surely you don't mean it." He frowns. "I'm just sorry it had to be them. After eight years of fighting those commie hyenas, boiling cats for food and drinking my piss in the mountains..."

"Ah, that explains all the war damage."

"Damn right, son. They laid the fire of hell on this city before they stormed it. And it worked, too." There is a strange gleam in his eyes.

"Is that why everything is so bombed out?"

"Death Blow... sounds grim."

Shake your head and look down at the crater.

"Why shell them here in Martinaise?"

"Because this place is the damn Beachhead," he says, pointing to the bay. "Had to soften the commies up first."

"They should have chosen a place away from people and buildings."

"This place is the damn Beachhead, son," he says, pointing to the bay. "They had to soften the commies up first."

"Wait, who are the 'communards', again?"

"Commies, communists, socialists, anarchists -- call them what you like. They just chose the name to feel special." The carabineer frowns. "Senseless sentimentality."

"Maybe we can do this history lesson later."

"Fine," the carabineer replies sharply. "What do you want now then?"

"Was it made by a sea monster rising from the depths?"

"No," he says without even smiling. "It was left by heavy artillery fire."

"Does it have anything to do with all the bullet holes I've been seeing around?"

"Yes," he replies with a reluctant nod. "It was left by heavy artillery fire."

"Do you know what created it?"

"I do," he nods, straightening his back. "Fire from heavy artillery."