He fought with the fury of a demon to survive, and he succeeded. They were a force that lived and died by their missions. You're lucky to have made it through this time, but there's no guarantee for the next one. Like the comrades who did not return from this mission, you could be deemed a deserter and left to be picked apart by crows in some unknown valley. The smell of blood was overpowering, and Abigail's screams still echoed in his mind. He wanted nothing more than to shake it all off and become the wind – a gentle breeze that could travel the world freely. Though he may be lonely, he'd be all-encompassing, telling many stories without speaking a single word. That's the life he wanted to live.
