He stops, turning. He inches his head higher and forces himself to look at the other man. Even if he's pulling his arms close to him. For a long moment he's silent.

"... Héctor," He croaks. "I'm Héctor." He doesn't say it's nice to meet him. He's not sure that it is, and that's not necessarily by fauly of Liam. Another hiss comes, fainter, as another cut appears-- despite clothing hiding it all. He tries not to let it show more than that and wincing.

I'm used to this. What a horrifying thought, to be used to anything remotely like this. He swallows hard.

"I- I never joined the revolucionarios. Or the federales, if that's what you mean. I'm not a soldier." He supposes that makes him a civilian.