Young. It was a sad story. He fought in this war. He didn't really have a choice. He didn't want to die for it. He just wanted to see her again.

[Tickys glowing, mechanical eyes stay on Haz's while his hand moves confidently along the other's cock, stroking with a slow luxury along his balls, reaching past them, fingernails scraping up the taint.]

A lot of humans have that story. Making half choices, to weak to commit to anything. To make the choice they can die for. I've heard a lot of begging from men who didn't really know what they wanted until they couldn't have anything anymore. But... It isn't entirely their fault. So I took some pity on him.