I walked over to him, a few steps away from the fire, where most of the squad was either engaged in or cheering on a 'friendly' fight. I sat down next to him and offered a swig of whisky. As he took it, I reached out.
"You wanna come join the rest of us?"
He swallowed the booze and handed back the bottle.
"No pain without purpose, no purpose without pain."
I considered this.
"The purpose of this is to help avoid future pain, though."
He winced, clearly pained by my extension of the metaphor. But he walked over, eventually.
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