An ant skittered across the ground. It was just another morning for this ant. It wasn’t even aware of the war that’s been going on for the past hundred or so years.
And suddenly, the ant was dead. Squished. Squashed. Flattened. Pancaked.
Ellie: I think I stepped on something.
Larry: Prolly a bug. Not a big deal, as long as it ain’t a landmine.
Ellie: Yeah, but I still don’t wanna kill a bug.
Larry: Hm.
…
Phil: How close are we?
Larry: To the mountains?
Phil: Yeah. Duh.
Larry: We ain’t even 3 minutes away from the bunker, dummy:
Ellie: Haha.
Phil: I already fear for my life.
Larry: You’re not getting captured. You have the suicide pills in your bag, don’tcha?
Phil: No.
Larry: Ah, shit.
Phil: Suicide’s a sin.
Phil was what you could call “religiously insane”. While the other 2 were also religious, Phil took it to the next level and almost all of his actions and words were religiously motivated. He says that for every man he killed, he would give their corpse their own personal sermon and eulogy. He believes that everyone involved in this war is damned, so he tries as hard as he can to redeem himself in the Lord’s eyes.
He wasn’t wrong for believing suicide was a sin, but he sure was a bit weird for believing everything is a sin.
Ellie: The entire world is at war and is never going to stop. At this point, daily life is a sin.
Larry: Let’s not get into this…