❝ that’s just your IV. don’t pull it out.❞ — @zhrets
he’s disoriented , the recent battle a blur . something integral is gone ( crimson burns belonging to no one , now ) & he knows . even if the battle is a blur , he knows the end . he should be dead , but he isn’t . he should be with his servant , but he isn’t . truly , he had been so tragically unprepared for a war like this — this was not a war where went to defend his homeland . this was something of human sin . this was a war where everyone went to die , & yet once again he lived .
he’d entered the war with ghosts by his side & now it ended just the same . was it a ghost who was speaking to him ?
no — no , he was somewhere safe . a neutral space ? a man standing above him ( the overseer ? ) telling him that what he’d been clawing at was an iv line . soft sigh , he lets his arms fall to his sides , ❛ is it over ... ? the war ... ? how long have i been here ... ? ❜
