Wells' gaze is down-pointed for a while, his thumb against the bridge of his nose. Eventually, he says, "Never mind. Y'didn't know."

"And I did, yeah; they were good lads, the lot of 'em. I've known some of them for years. Never saw combat, any of them, not even Spoon... and now this. I'd've given myself up for any of them in a heartbeat if I thought it'd do any good."