Cain eyed what little was left of Lester's smoke, barely more than the filter, and fished his pack out again, shaking it back and forth and raising an eyebrow as a way to ask if Lester wanted another.

"I was given a choice between shitty and shittier. Stay in prison or join the military. It was a no brainer really," And Lester already knew which one he'd picked.

"And now I'm dead and here," He smirked bitterly with a soft scoff of a laugh, "Judging by my list though, there was no avoiding it. It's not so bad. There's an open bar."