"So the choice is die for treason, die for loyalty, or die in abandonment."  He wasn't chiding, just musing tiredly.  He sat down, putting his gun on the ground(though it was connected to his satchel and couldn't go far from him without taking the strap off).  He was still trembling a little, and he crossed his arms tightly as if it were from cold.  

"How did this," he spoke haltingly now, "Happen.  They, did you know, or did you hear them say, they didn't want to kill us.  Only stop us.  Why do we hate them?"