Looking at the spoon, he took it from the bowl, and pocketed it.
Slurping the broth,stuffing a bit of bread in his mouth.
Smiling, "Sewer home."
He smells himself, but doesn't understand why they make a big deal.
The crazed man pats his chest, "Protection."
He studies Edric for a moment, trying to comprehend what he was asking.
The man removed dogtags from around his neck, and placed them in Edrics hand.
[i]Captain Malcom Reed, USMC[/i] is the only visible words left on the tarnished rubbed tags.
"Me." 
The man grabbed his head in pain, as he lurched forward knocking his dish into the floor.
"Aaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh"
He falls to the floor, rolling up in a fetal position, as he bangs his head hard against the wooden planks.
White foamy spit spews from his mouth, as his body convulses on the floor.