Some time ago Daniel told me about their translator Meemo. He said he enjoyed going on patrol with him because the guy was funny and pleasant. We decided the kitty he wanted when he got back should be a sand colored cat and he would name it Meemo. There are probably a myriad of jokes about what he was doing when the cat was missing (I'm finding Meemo!).
When I spoke with him this morning he seemed subdued. We chatted for a while about nothing until he finally said, "Oh there was something...remember our translator Meemo? He was arrested this morning for working with the local militia. They are the ones trying to kill us."
I think it really shook his confidence in human nature, his propensity to be trusting and the ugliness of betrayal.
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