"Maybe," he answered. Realistically speaking he doubted Billy truly wanted the Soldier's secrets outside the location of a few of those stashes of supplies. It was harmless enough to give him that much.

But first priority: a light and Billy's axe. Nothing mattered as much as those two things. Unfortunately they had very little in light to work with inside the building, but the Soldier knew where he'd left supplies. In a corner, looking neglected, sat the remains of what he'd left: a ruined pack, a now moth-eaten blanket. And a flashlight. The lens over the bulb was scratched up but the thing still turned on, which was good enough.

"Axe first," he agreed, offering the light to Billy with one dexterous tentacle. "After that, maybe I'll share a few hiding places."