The smoke from the youma seemed to fill his lungs, and for that brief moment, Remarque didn't know if it good or bad. It was a painful sort of ecstasy; the desire for a cigarette was almost unbearable, and the moment the General was out of sight he waved his hand through the air, trying to dismiss the residual smell as he jumped to his feet.

His heart rate had increased but he felt strangely relaxed; his mouth was dry and flavorless, and his body was telling him to just cave, just go have one…

Briefly he recalled Hopeite offering and wondered if he could find her, though the logical part of himself was trying—with little avail—to beat down the want.

He wasn't going to cave and take a cigarette break—nor forgive this General for leaving him in such a state—so he did the next best thing.

He went to get a burger.

and be blue