...
"ugh, seems like I did not bring enough body bags for these."
"why it has to be me? Isn't there anymore stronger personnel than me?"
"guess this is it. Maybe I was born only to be fated as a 'favourite' child of a mass murderer."
"is there even any more valuable meaning other than being someone's 'treasure' in order to survive and stay alive?"
"I'm curious, when will all these irregularities be revealed upon the public?"
"when will the world finally understand your intentions towards those who's invulnerable?"
"how are you so unlucky?"
→ 9.50 a.m ager cadaverum
Sometimes they tend to say "Sit deus decernere" in the battlefield, and thus as I heard it, immediately a feeling of deep disappoinment and disgust pierced through my very soul, which was fragile when it comes to indiscipline and negligence.
God has absolutely nothing to do with war, with your decision to just succumb your faith and fate to him, then I may suggest all of you to quit the warzone immediately. We would not tolerate and accept cowards destroying our perfect scheme.
Ending sentence would be punished upon you for stepping an inch of your feet inside of a great conflict, you can't choose to run away nor even raising a white flag towards the enemy. And no matter what other alternatives you find effective to escape from it, the path has its own plan about you.
Death.
...
Why am I carrying his man on my back, I suppose everyone will asks the same. Other than carrying dead carrions, someone might not notice that I also bring back those who failed in their mission to be interrogated inside the suffocating dusty room with no ventilation at all.
The snow felt heavier than in previous years. I wouldn't be surprised if more of my troops would've gone nowhere in this season. That would be a problem they had to bear alone in the next realm, as long as it could be saved, why hesitate in pulling the trigger. This has no exception to my business I am committing right now.
... He's freezing cold, it's not hard to guess he might in the process of worsening and consecutive hypothermia, including high chance on getting dehydration as well. I simply do not care anymore wherever this man comes from, if he comes from the enemy's side, then my job won't be so difficult.
On the halfway through this journey, I oftenly asked myself; "Why did you bring this man recklessly without a concrete reason? This will only cause more and more nuisance than you already put to your medics who are supposed to treat these fellow wounded soldiers."
The people inside my head who mimics my own voice continues on echoing and whispering to me, asking me questions that are not supposed to be said. But then right at that moment I realized, it's just another day of paranoia slowly rottening my body and my other five senses slowly, seeking for unseen revenge that I never know I did.
Regret and guilt will come another day I believe, right now I have no reason to complain and deal with these thoughts. It's only a few miles left until I arrived at the bunker, only able to hope that none notices this sudden odd behavior of mine.
... It's literally 10 in the morning, thought because the winter was so extreme, I couldn't even see any sunlight slipping out of the gaps between the clouds above, I start to think again if I made a mistake on taking steps some while ago.
...
I should hurry up before he wokes up.
(prologue, end)
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Schadenfreude. (Russia and Germany Fanfic)
Historical Fiction"I never understand the concept of your very mind on wasting your own skill and knowledge to treat me with these high quality equipments, may I asks for your excuses?" ... "I despite conflicts as much as I hate seeing you getting hurt."
