[ There was a time, earlier in their acquaintance, when he might have met this with something like "is that kind of language really necessary?" or "there's no call for vulgarity, soldier." And that time was ten years ago. He's got about as many fucks left to give as he has former colleagues who wouldn't shoot him on sight now. ]

I wouldn't go that far. Yet. You haven't seen some of the nightmares I've unearthed in Commonwealth vaults. But I don't trust a damn thing about this situation as far as I could throw it.

[ What "it" is, he doesn't say. Maybe a truck. The metaphor's gotten away from him a bit. ]

Helps to have you watching my back, though.