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Tonight, she wanted some fresh air so she found herself stepping mere feet away from camp. She never roamed without a weapon at her side. Be it her rifle or a knife strapped at her thigh. 

It took a special kind of breed to be completely immune to the conflict brewing at hand. She wasn’t impervious to it, a shaking hand clutching tightly onto dog tags. Despite the mask she put on, it broke the moment she stepped away.

Anger. Grief. 

Metal painfully dug into her palm. 

“Why haven't you intervened?” Hateful eyes pitted upon the Tower, its glory untouched among the strife. 

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