He turned on me. Shocking. [How many times has he been stabbed in the back by an old friend at this point? If he's missing time, he bets there are a few new puncture scars he just can't see without a good angle on a mirror.]

[Okay, okay, wait wait! He's got the tiniest little wisp of that part.]

...We did something creative with a warthog.

[Okay, this is interesting. His missing time has been one big blank, for the most part. But it's easier to draw a few details out now that he's talking to this Tucker.]

["We" is the word he's using, when talking about what's happened since then. "We've just gotten dragged into a lot of stuff since then." Like he's just...stayed with them.]

So, what, we've spent the last few years buddying around?

[Of course he sounds skeptical, given the last thing he remembers, the mental place he'd been at during that time.]

I shot two of those Red soldiers.