lend me your eyes, 'cause I'm losing my sight.

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characters; cecil, open.
setting/location; ex favila; corpsegrounds.
date & time; free time day, early morning. really early.
briefing; Listen up, this log is a funny one. It's the first part of Cecil's disposal plan, and will consist mainly of gathering up the bodies that are making a rather gross smell around Exfav. It'll be updated eventually (

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Sleep rarely came easily to Linoan; it had been so since her father's execution and the beginning of the imperial presence in Tahra. She'd spent countless nights lying awake with the blankets pulled over her head, wishing that if she kept herself out of sight, then she would truly become invisible, beyond the empire's reach.

It had never worked, of course. Then Dean had arrived in Tahra, and with him to look out for her, she'd been able to sleep better, if still not perfectly.

But this new place, without a familiar face in sight, was enough for old habits to strike again, and after hours of failing to fall asleep, she finally gave up and headed outside. She still didn't really know her way around the base, and if she wasn't going to be getting any rest anyway, she might as well make use of the time and learn -- and then she stopped as she came upon the pile of corpses.

Like Alster all over again, she thought. It was painful to realize that even as the war at home finally drew to an end, her own battles had still hardly begun

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She shouldn't have been here, Cecil thought to himself as he ceased his work for a few moments to look upon the woman. A lost love's voice came back once more at the sight of the woman doing something that she certainly would have done, and the Dark Knight allowed himself a moment before he spoke. As always, his voice was considerate. Contemplative, yet kind. This woman certainly was something to not have to retreat at walking into such a horrendous smell, after all.

"Wandering around at this hour could prove to be dangerous, my Lady. "

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The man's voice had the same moderate, respectful sort of tone as his actions. The armor seemed rather...out of place, perhaps, but Linoan supposed he must have his reasons.

"I'm not unacquainted with danger," she said quietly. "But I do thank you for your concern, sir."

Her gaze dropped from the knight to the corpses once again. "...have they truly made no arrangements for the dead?"

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Cecil simply allowed his head to move in a polite nod at her words of knowing danger. He couldn't help but think on it though; it seemed like she was a new conscript and that she had came from a wworld which did not know peace. Really, her mind was her own. There was no point in getting pushy with the woman and telling her to leave- she seemed to stomach the corpses well enough.

...What on earth the leadership of this land was doing bringing women in and expecting them to fight, Cecil would likely never know. ...But this woman was not to fight. Her face seemed familiar. Wasn't she brought in as a medic? "I can only tell you this, for I do not know the reasons. Our losses have been extremely heavy. There is simply no time to bury people as they should. "

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"I see," she murmured. She would've liked to think that such heavy losses might've prompted a different reaction, perhaps taught them the folly of waging a war that their own populations couldn't sustain. And instead here they were, drafting those with even less reason to care and less stake in fighting here.

It was ridiculous.

"...it's a noble thing you're doing here, sir."