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Nothing like finally getting a little more light in a day. Fighting in a someone else's war with your hands frozen to the hilt of your sword and caked with someone else's chilled blood is lovely enough in the sun. After dark, well, it's practically so much fun it can barely count as warfare at all.
[Filter: Davan]
Any day, any moment, you could die. You kill ten men, and you start to think "every single one of them was just like me. I could have died on any of their swords the same way they died on mine."
How is it that we're not dead yet?
[Filter: Davan]
Any day, any moment, you could die. You kill ten men, and you start to think "every single one of them was just like me. I could have died on any of their swords the same way they died on mine."
How is it that we're not dead yet?