They say that if you're a veteran of war, you get used to it.

That may be so, but this little almost-veteran hates war, plain and simple. The good news is, he understand what he and others are up against. And oddly, he has a wee bit of a smile on his odd, elongated face. Bee. He is here, he is whole. Such thoughts generate a few things -- a thin double-streak of blue across his skin and a literally tangible moment of serenity.
But soon enough, business-at-hand takes the beastie's mind.

As such, the strange little thing crawl-bumbles (don't call him Stitch) toward the scent of this new life-form.

"Eeee. Yeu wahn-t hell-p?"

Chirp.