Help... them.. [ it's a mutter, tugging his hood firmer over his head but he just shakes his head. ] What is there to help..? It's too late... with war, it's always...
[ too late. it's the same telltale panic that courses through his body. whether it's the sudden beeping of a decoding machine or the sounds of war that haunt even his dreams. all it takes is one single trigger for everything to snap. it's as if he's never left. it's as if he's back right on that field. fighting and running. fighting and running
...running. always running. there's an empty look in his eyes, but he seems to at least be trying to fight for control here. avoiding looking at the scene, focusing instead on the ground where they stand. ] ..Maybe. Maybe not..
[ maybe they find someone. but would they be able to help them? there's not any hope coming from the mercenary here, sorry. ]
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[ too late. it's the same telltale panic that courses through his body. whether it's the sudden beeping of a decoding machine or the sounds of war that haunt even his dreams. all it takes is one single trigger for everything to snap. it's as if he's never left. it's as if he's back right on that field. fighting and running. fighting and running
...running. always running. there's an empty look in his eyes, but he seems to at least be trying to fight for control here. avoiding looking at the scene, focusing instead on the ground where they stand. ] ..Maybe. Maybe not..
[ maybe they find someone. but would they be able to help them? there's not any hope coming from the mercenary here, sorry. ]