[Her world is so war-torn, so far beyond the state of his own, that Markus has to envision it in his mind — relics of an age past, years and years of history alike, all sequestered in this one place and gone in a flicker-flash. Humans were so quick to conflict, quick to war, and war ravaged everything, left nothing behind but ghosts.
It isn’t that hard for him to imagine, actually. It reflects a fear of his own, something he tries so hard to avoid. He shakes his head, the menu in his vision scrolling down quickly, multi-tasking as he reviews its contents with only a sliver of his true attentions.]
I’m sorry to hear that. That kind of loss is irreplaceable, and not taken into consideration until after the fighting is through.
[People don’t usually think about preserving in the midst of battle. Only victory or survival, only staying alive to fight for another day — only the leaders, the martyrs, think about what’s truly left behind when they’re gone, always bearing that weight.]
My world hasn’t reached that point. I’m trying to avoid a war and blood on my hands. With any luck, the path to victory won’t be lined with excess loss.
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It isn’t that hard for him to imagine, actually. It reflects a fear of his own, something he tries so hard to avoid. He shakes his head, the menu in his vision scrolling down quickly, multi-tasking as he reviews its contents with only a sliver of his true attentions.]
I’m sorry to hear that. That kind of loss is irreplaceable, and not taken into consideration until after the fighting is through.
[People don’t usually think about preserving in the midst of battle. Only victory or survival, only staying alive to fight for another day — only the leaders, the martyrs, think about what’s truly left behind when they’re gone, always bearing that weight.]
My world hasn’t reached that point. I’m trying to avoid a war and blood on my hands. With any luck, the path to victory won’t be lined with excess loss.