(I haven't either, but I looked it up to use in my reply and it sounds really interesting. Also theres no rush! So please take your time :)

Lio let his book come down slightly, his eyes on the captive, as he heard a thump followed by panting. He watched them for a moment, to make sure nothing was wrong with them. The Chief liked his captives to stay alive to be able to interrogate them. So he surely wanted to make sure they stopped breathing or something. That reminded him of the field, when he had to drop him on his back. He wanted to grimace at the thought, but stopped himself.

Putting his book down, he got up. Walking over to them, he crouched down to their level. Snapping his fingers in front of them, he tried to keep them from falling asleep again. "How's your back?" He questioned. He couldn't even understand how they managed to fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position. He knew how odd it must have sounded asking that, as he was the one who caused it. The truth was he hadn't even wanted to do that, he did it to gain control. The last thing he wanted was to be embarrassed in front of his fellow soldiers. He would never hear the end of it, if he let their captive get the best of him. He was never one to participate in the torture of the prisoners. He didn't even like watching as a bystander.

Lio couldn't help but look the prisoner over once more. Questions circling in his mind. The prisoners they usually came across were the ones who had tried to ambush them, but failed. Or even ones that had tried hiding after everyone in their camp had been killed. They never had someone that was found on a beach, possibly riding a horse. It seemed foolish on their part. If Lio knew his country was under attack he would hope he would take the extra steps it took to keep himself safe from enemies.

He nodded in understanding. That was good, at least now he couldn't get in trouble for it. Lio made no move to leave. Instead, he grew more curious. Although, he knew how wrong this was, he couldn't help it. It was someone to talk to. Maybe not someone he was going to have a heart felt conversation with, but at least it was something. He didn't like talking to the other soldiers, as they spoke about dumb things, that he was not interested in.

"Why were you out there? You do know there is a war, yeah?" He questioned. Not in a demeaning way, but his tone held curiosity. Maybe this stranger that seemingly looked harmless, did have ill intentions. Only one way to find out.

Lio shook his head at what the captive had said. "Not me." He corrected. He hadn't even planned on going over to where they had heard the noise. Maybe to check just in case, but he wouldn't have even thought of taking them captive if it weren't for his wonderful fellow soldiers. It was almost common knowledge, at least to him. That there was a big difference from and enemy soldier and innocent bystander. Lio was beginning to believe they had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Lio watched him with curiosity. That wasn't what he had expected but it made sense. He ignored the tears that welled in the captive's eyes. He wasn't here to comfort them. They were enemies after all. He finally nodded. Standing up to his full height, he walked over to his dresser. "That was foolish on your part." He stated the obvious. Digging through, he grabbed a small package of crackers. He'd stolen them from the kitchen. Being in the military meant you only ate what they had to offer, and at max you could only have four meals a day. Ripping the packaging open, he snacked on a few. Turning towards the captive he offered him some. "Gotta keep you alive, no?" It was a lame joke, that they would not kind funny, as this was serious.