And another one.

[parizadhe]

Ayatani (priest) Zweil and Commissar Ibram Gaunt, upon reuniting at a field hospital in the midst of a furious counter-assault:

Ayatani Zweil, perminently ancient, had become much more old and frail since the last time Gaunt had seen him.

'Rawne's here?'

'Yes, yes. You've lost weight, too. Have you not been eating?'

'Father...'

'And you're hurt. These scratches on your face.'

'Yes, father. There was a battle.'

'And your shoulder. What's wrong with your shoulder?'

'A wound. A flesh wound.'

Zweil tutted. 'Flesh wounds! Flesh wounds! They're all flesh wounds! No one ever says "Ooh, look! I've just been shot in the bones, but it missed my flesh completely!" It's a load of old nonsense, is what it is. It's a phrase you heroic warrior types trot around so you can sound manly and stoic. "Bah, it's just a flesh wound! Only a flesh wound! I can carry on!" Nonsense!'

'Father--'

'I've heard men say that when a leg's come off!'

--His Last Command by Dan Abnett