Kolea: The kids.
Criid: What?
Kolea: What?
Criid: What did you say then, Gol? Just then?
Kolea: Um...the kids. They gonna be okay? They all right?
Criid: They're fine.
Kolea: They're young.
Criid: Yes, the are.
Kolea: But I guess they'll manage. If you say they're all right.
Criid: They will.
Kolea: So young. I s'pose war's all they've known. But, so young, most of them. Boys. Not even shaving yet. Acting like soldiers.
(pause)
Criid: Carry on.