Corr was uneasy. It was inevitable. "I just wanted to say something before we go any further." "Get it off your chest, ner vod" said Atin. "I won't be trying to replace Fi." Corr blurted it out as if he'd been thinking about it for a long time and now wanted to get it over with. "I might wear the armor but I'm not the man, and I'm not going to compete with him. When he's fit, I'm out again, okay?" Maybe he was being diplomatic, or he might not have realized how bad things were. Darman didn't explain. "It's okay," said Atin. "I was one of Vau's trainees. Joining this bunch was a bit rough." "Was not," Niner muttered. He'd never been one for a good laugh, but he tried hard -painfully hard - because morale was the squad sergeant's job as far as he was concerned. "It was Daruvvian champagne all the way."
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