I had a dream—one where all my closest comrades died one by one. I stood atop a mountain of corpses, surrounded by endless mist. Their dead eyes were fixed on me.
Sometimes, I could feel the thoughts of the dead. They wondered—would I avenge them? Would I carry out our shared duty? Would I remember them?
I haven't forgotten a single one of you. Every person I've met along this path lives deeply within my memory.
This war has taken countless lives. It wears you down, killing the soldier from the inside out—until you become nothing but another tool for the front lines.
Forgive me… I can't bear it any longer. No, I haven't forgotten the duty of a soldier. But this war… it took everything from me.
The only thing I have left is the woman I love—the one who ran away with me, far from this broken world.
I love her, I treasure her… but why does my heart still ache to return to battle?
