[It's like a dark cloud crosses over Briar's face, and when he speaks his voice is flat]

Yeah. I've been in a war. And you ain't one of my sisters, or my teachers, or... [he takes in a deep breath. and clenches his jaw] You ain't someone I'm gonna talk to about that. I don't need you trying to tell me what war's like.

[and then Briar cuts the feed himself. Which he'll soon feel a bit ashamed off - here he is, running away, just because he doesn't like the conversation. Just like he kept running away from everything else that might make him confront what happened, before his sisters stopped letting him]