❝The world is merciless, and it's also very beautiful.❞ For years she'd suffered, under the bitter rain as it washed away the blood, under the scorching sun as it charred her wounds - for nature had fallen prey to the destructive march of the Allied forces. And so, when the morning sun rose over the mountains of carcasses and rubble, when the green capes fluttered in the wind for the last time, when they raised their hands in the final salute, and when finally the lone tear escaped her eye, surrounded by the bloodied corpses of her comrades, she promised to herself, "No more, never again."
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