[France nods silently and slumps against the barrier. He's no stranger to being held captive. When you've fought in as many wars as he has, being held as a POW becomes just another fact of life. Though he's never particularly liked it (who would?), the confinement is familiar to him. The circumstances, however, are far more nerve-wracking.
He mutters, more to himself than to Vietnam.] I wonder if Pierre is okay...
[It might be stupid to dwell on a pet's life in their situation, but he's spent so much time huddled over and talking to that bird recently that suddenly being away from him is hard. He's lost his land, his people, his looks and his happiness. Now he's lost his companion, too. He doesn't know if he'll be able to stand having anything else taken away from him.]
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He mutters, more to himself than to Vietnam.] I wonder if Pierre is okay...
[It might be stupid to dwell on a pet's life in their situation, but he's spent so much time huddled over and talking to that bird recently that suddenly being away from him is hard. He's lost his land, his people, his looks and his happiness. Now he's lost his companion, too. He doesn't know if he'll be able to stand having anything else taken away from him.]