by anarchy, inc. » Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:27 am
Shaw finished his food and looked up at her. "It... was... awful." he said bluntly. "Cold, famine, marching for miles a day on foot because we had to eat our horses. It was dirty, miserable, and... spectacular. I don't know how to explain, really." He looked at his hands. "Fighting was the worst part. Adrenaline blinded us, made us crazy. I might've killed my own brother and never have noticed. Seeing the look in a man's eyes as you drive a bayonet through their body, that changes you. For good." Shaw picked at a loose thread on his uniform. Hopefully he hadn't scared this girl!

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