[Stan talks some more and Bruce listens as he continues to eat. He feels like he should say something but he doesn't quite know where to start and where to end. There's just so much inside of him, so many things bubbling inside that he refuses to let it spill over. Nobody needs to know his problems, after all. Everyone has better things to do than to deal with his own.]
...I worked for the military.
[It more or less comes out without much thought, mostly when Stan brings up the fake ID portion. Bruce doesn't quite know where he's going with this... but then again, never really knows where he's going. All he knows is of the monster inside of him and a life of pain he's resigned himself to, even without any of this happening.]
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...I worked for the military.
[It more or less comes out without much thought, mostly when Stan brings up the fake ID portion. Bruce doesn't quite know where he's going with this... but then again, never really knows where he's going. All he knows is of the monster inside of him and a life of pain he's resigned himself to, even without any of this happening.]