"Unfortunately, the goal to survive isn't the easiest thing if you think about it," Flutter responded quite bluntly. "There's a lot of strategy to it, and even then, one bad move, even if only a millimeter, and you can get severely injured or even killed. A lot of innocent people get killed in wars sometimes too, depending on the setting... It's rather sad, really. There's a lot more to military work though, I'm sure." She laughed a bit, realizing she made it sound too much like she knew it well (which she did). "Or, at least, that's what I was told."

"M.A.S.H.... What is that? I have never heard of it." She thought deeply for a moment. Then again, she didn't watch too much on television besides the news and some random shows on discover channel once in a while. Or a stupid sitcom, even rarer. "Doctors I've heard, yes... That's pretty basic. But I've never heard of such a thing as a religious figure going to a war-site, whether it's the hospital or not. After all, that sounds sort of strange, doesn't it? Or is that just me?"

"Now that I think about it..." Flutter trailed off, but only for a moment. "Why do people call such a person a 'Father'? Not all fathers are like a priest. The stereotypical priest is kind and warm-hearted, helping people and all that. Some fathers aren't like that. I can name a few." She laughed and shook it off soon after. "Either way... In a way it's nice, if the people believe in such a religion, it may help keep their spirits up. However... It isn't always helpful, I'd assume. Though, in general it is strange... Maybe he does it just to try to help lift their spirits."

"I'm not one of those religious people so I don't personally see anything wrong with what you said. Quite honestly, I feel the same. Blessings won't really save you from war or anything else for that matter. People die, and bad things happen. A blessing won't actually prevent that...." She knew this well, but the first thought that came to her mind caused her heart to sink slightly, and she fought to think of something else. His yawn seemed to save her. "Sleepy? I can go so you can rest if you want... I've enjoyed getting to see you again, though."

She felt her head lean on her shoulder, though it was mostly from his note about the yawn. "Why do you feel like yawning if you aren't sleepy though? From my own experience, I only yawn when I'm tired. Which, admittedly is a lot, but..." She blushed slightly, embarrassed by the fact. So, instead, she shook it off again. "I like coming to visit you. You're nice, and interesting. And so far, I learn something new each time I come!" She giggled a bit, though she did mean most of what she'd said. Going to visit made work easier, but he also was a fairly interesting person, and so far he'd been kind enough to let her into his house multiple times now.

"I feel lucky to have such a nice neighbor. I'm not at ease with most of my neighbors, but it's always easy when I come to say hello to you and stuff." Now that part was a lie- mostly. She didn't know her neighbors beside him, so in reality she couldn't compare him to them. Also, she got a tad nervous when she went there as she didn't want to seem too strange.

She fought a giggle, but to no avail. His wording had made her feel happy, though at the same time a slight bit of humor hit her at the moment as well. Still, she appreciated his sentiment- quite much, in fact. "Are you saying I should come over more often then I do already?" She laughed at her pathetic response, realizing it made no sense. "Or in general just more often, I mean. I just realized, so far I've come quite a lot since...yesterday."

"I do basically the same thing when I'm home. I sit and read online- though, admittedly, my reading abilities aren't always considered up to par... or look up silly pictures. I don't know much about music or anything, so I don't have favorite bands. I used to look up pictures of one though when-" She cut herself off. Stop doing this! Opening up is only a minimal part of this! Don't give him your life story again! Though, there was another reason she'd stopped. She didn't want to think about a painful memory again- her brother's death.

She was relieved that he hadn't questioned her explanation regarding her past with picture hunting, however she took a while to respond as she fought with herself to let go of that past piece of her life for that moment. She could cry about it later if needed. "Um... I don't really listen at all, personally..." She looked at her feet. It was true, though- she didn't comprehend much in music, even if she knew the mathematics involved in it. There were still too many intuitive, non-logic based concepts to understand, which she couldn't. "That's just how I am, I guess!"

She listened to him carefully, taking in each word he said with a hint of confusion. However, the main thing that confused her overall was the last bit- however, thinking back on her earlier thoughts regarding her brother, it started to make sense. "Do they usually become deaf? I have met some who never go deaf even after doing such... Though I did often wonder how he didn't. Then again, I suppose it might be the same in many places. Guns are supposed to be fairly loud, so you would likely need something to keep it from breaking your ear drums."

"I think it depends on the gun and the like," Flutter replied simply. "I'll admit, I get most of my information from my father since he's been in the military for a long time..." Finally a partial truth for once in the past ten minutes! Her father was in the military after all- the opposing, but otherwise it was fairly understandable. "He never went deaf though... For the many years he was on such a battlefield... Is that strange?"

She didn't know much about common military guns, so she hadn't an idea the different for real between a shotgun and a machine-gun, or any others for that matter. So, hearing him express the difference in sound was rather fascinating to her. "I see... That's rather interesting, actually." She smiled easily, trying to register the information so she could remember later on. "So whoever told you knows a lot about weapons I'm guessing? Do you have an interest in such things yourself?"

"I wish real wars could be like that," Flutter replied softly. "The idea of actually fighting is sort of scary to me... But games about it are strangely fun, you know?" She continued to think about it. So, his dad had taught him along with school teachers, and he was against actual war. She'd likely have to remember that in the future. "How did your father know all those things? Was he in the military too or something?"

"I see...So it was a family friend." She smiled curiously. "I wonder what he was even fighting for...? Sometimes wars are fought for land...for safety...or for any number of things. It'd be interesting to know what he was fighting for. What anyone fights for, you know?" Flutter sat quietly, thinking as always. "Were you close to your father?"

"It's good to be close to your family. I wish I could be closer to mine." Though in her case, most of that wish was an empty bottle of luck. Her brother was no longer alive, so getting along with him was a tad hard- and the only other family she knew of biologically was her father, who she was sure she'd never get along with. Still, at least she had her coworkers- they were like family to her. "Do you miss being around them though? I-I'm sorry, I may be asking too many personal questions but... I just get so curious. Don't answer if you don't want to, ever, okay?"