[And after what seems like months in Musette's house, Walter finally steps out to go on patrol. He's still being fairly cautious, but the waiting has begun to make him feel that it's all right to move a little more freely ( Read more... )

I am weak... I hate this body... Hate it. Can't even... [coughs, having to spit out blood to keep from choking]

Norma. Norma, where are you...? [covers his mouth, looking shaky and tired]

[Walter hangs weakly in the embrace of his zephyr teriques, which flies him down to a safe patch of grass. He groans and coughs, having worn himself out escaping Vaclav's camp after some botched reconnaissance.]

[A man stands away from the general chaos of the dressing room, observing.]

There's a lot of Orerines, even here...